Harry Potter Marge Novels & Stories

I could see Bel as an independent and brave woman. Now I wonder... What does she do in living? "I'm the only one who's living here, Clark. Don't tell me I'm the one that you're looking for?" she said sarcastically and puffed an air. She brushed her hair with the use of her fingers. I just shook my head from what I heard. She was assuming but I couldn't blame her. She has the right to assume this kind of situation. "It's not you. It's Magda." After I said that, I saw her body freeze. She even stopped picking up the biscuit on a plate. I sat down properly and stared at her carefully.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

A misunderstanding could happen and that was the last thing I had ever wanted. "Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

Marge dipped her finger in the bowl and started drawing a magic circle with her own blood , it was a long tedious work after all she had to draw it perfectly without a slightest bit of mistake , If she failed who knows what kind of back lash she will suffer . She finished the last set of magic spells and placed a small pile of golden blonde hair in the centre of the magic circle , then she took out the vial that held the deadliest poison of hell and poured it all upon the small pile of golden blonde hair , dying it red . Once the last drop of the poison matted the pile of blonde hair , the magic circle shone with a furious red light... black lighting struck the ceiling and Marge found hersel

But if a seven-year-old wanted to read the entire Harry Potter series in a week, Kiara was not going to discourage it. Kiara’s blue eyes flicked over to where her niece leaned against the trunk of the sugar maple tree with green leaves and small greenish yellow flowers above her. She sat on grass that was already lush and green thanks to the pack Omega’s and city maintenance crews. Unlike her sister’s unruly curls, Marie had straight dark auburn hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her bright warm honey eyes devoured the words on the page in front of her. In her young mind, Marie wore Hogwarts robes that were in the Ravenclaw colors. In reality, she wore knee length khaki shorts and a pur

she mumbled, checking the pantry and fridge. Margot was peeling the pumpkin she was going to use in making soup when Harry came in. She glanced at him quietly and watched as he poured himself a glass of cold water. Margot was still not comfortable having him around but she chose to let him be as long as he wouldn’t disturb her peace. She was pretty much ignoring him even when he started a conversation. “Oh! You’re finally cooking. I miss the food you make, hon.” Harry walked behind her, making Margot flinch. He wrapped his arms around her waist only to be pushed by her.

She must be a witch. "Good job. Now let's move onto a bit harder stuff." Marge pulled out a full-length steel sword.