Harry Potter Marge Novels & Stories

My wolf—silent for five years, dormant and broken—suddenly roared to life. MATE. No. No, this wasn’t—this couldn’t— Klaus’s eyes went wide. His grip tightened. His lips formed a single word, barely a whisper: “Margaux?”

She heaved a deep sigh as she put the documents down on the table. Morrigan's cold gaze darts towards the Prince Regent who is now crawling out of bed. But like Mathias, he could barely lift himself with how potent the drug Morrigan created just for the two of them. She leaned on the frame of a chair as she watches the Prince Regent crawling towards the door for his dear life. "Why struggle when everything will come to an end now." Morrigan wiped the dagger on her dress and held its hilt tightly as she lifts herself to stand upright. Looking below her, watching the Prince Regent mopping the floor as he helplessly crawls the cold floor. Watching him with bored eyes she stepped on the back of

But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real. "Wait, so there are actually people with magical powers?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around this new information. "Yes, and it's not just limited to humans. There are also fantastic creatures like dragons, unicorns, and even talking paintings," She replied, her eyes sparkling with wonder. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like a world full of endless possibilities and adventure. "And the best part is, Harry Potter, the famous wizard, goes to Hogwarts too. He's the chosen one, destined to defeat the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort," Renee continued, her voice filled with excitement.

Unconscious. "There you are, child! Welcome to my home." Lady Maria announced and sat on the edge of his hay bed. Then Harry shrieked. "Who the hell is this?" pointing to the paralyzed woman beside him. When he touched her, Lady Magda vanished, which earn them a gasp and a surprised "oh" and some "Oh shit!" The body of Lady Magda had dissolved like it was never there in the first place like the whole thing had been a perceptible trick.

I was dragging the bike up the gravel path when I heard a screen door scrape open. “You look like you’re one busted spark plug away from throwing that thing in a ditch,” a woman called out. I turned to see her leaning against the doorframe, cigarette in one hand, steaming mug in the other. Gray hair in a messy bun, a T-shirt that said Hell Ain’t Hot Enough, and a face that could cut through drywall. “Marge,” she said, introducing herself. “I keep the books and remind the boys to wash their hands before eating.”

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

Raven blew into the mug and seemed to enjoy the smell that arose. Margje looked at him. She had only known Raven for a few years. Suddenly he had appeared in her life as if it were a matter of course. She had met him for the first time at Omem, who often had young people over. Omem had a soft spot for young people in need and Margje assumed he was just one of them. After that, he invariably popped up somewhere in her neighborhood and they became friends. She felt at ease with him and couldn't even imagine what life would have been like without him. "My nightmares are more severe," she said fiercely. "They are almost real!"

"Oh, that's much better. I don't want to eat food made by gossips." "Tessa, can we just have a peaceful meal?" Harry's mom, Magreth interrupts. "I was just saying," Tessa said in a low-key tone. "Mom, it's alright. I have totally adapted to this behavior she gives. Considering, she isn't married yet. I do understand." Harry smiles towards his aunt. Tessa glares at Harry but he returned a smirk. "That's right. You're even getting married before her. I always tell her you know. She will soon have grey hair and that beauty she holds strongly will just fade away." Margret teases her.

Wait, did he just say…I think he did. Oh my God! I am employed by the royalty of Hungary?! “This is bad, this is bad. How come I got involved with the Hungarian Royalty now?!” I was freaking out before someone was knocking on the door again and I was standing still before the butler was opening the door again and I was smiling at him.