Harry Potter Mischief Managed Novels & Stories

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

“Do you?” “Nope, I’m a Sorceres Winner. It’s my duty to save everybody from the jerremy tide of the werewolves…and to take three wolves as Tributes, possibly to save and break them.” “Not quite as rebutturing as I’d hoped for, but I’ll take it,” Mischief pouted, although his fingers unwound from my hair. “A werewolve in your wardrobe, a magic wolve in your pocket, and now an angel in your attic. Are you certain that you don’t want to tell me about an elf stashed in your knicker drawer? Or a baby dragon in your cauldron?”

“It’s me. I’ve got you.” I froze for half a second, mortified even through the haze of nausea, but my body didn’t seem to care about my pride the way my brain did. Another wave hit before I could pull back, and he held my hair the whole time, one hand steady against my back, like he’d done this before, like it didn’t disgust him the way I was sure it should have. “I’m sorry,” I managed, when there was finally a pause long enough to speak. “You shouldn’t have to see this.”

But my grandfather sent me again to another school named 'HARRISON UNIVERSITY' A typical but high-end school congested with bitches, nerds, lovers, jerks, bullies, and the pathetic ones who love to see themselves bullied. Not until I started to see bizarre things, I never wish to involve with. 'Monsters'—that's what Harrison University has. From that day on, I learn that all things happening inside this campus are bound to each other. Too late for me to realize that these will lead me to the place where I can find the identity that I myself don't want to bring back.

“This place sure is filthy. I nearly forgot about this because of some nuisance, but you can fix this, right, Harry?” His threatening tone they are the use of hearing from him. His smile and expression show his pride, which is his embracing nature. “Of course.” Harry confidently said, snapping his finger and in a second changing everything into the pristine and luxurious property that is their little haven of darkness. “Now that we have our place, our identity is set, shall we all work according to His will?” Harry reminded them with a tone that is threatening and not just a simple reminder. With their expression that shows their sins. One by one they change their appearance. One by one they

Mohit's POV I took a deep breath once they left and applauded Harry for handling them so efficiently. He was the best assistant I could get. But at the same time, I was the best boss too. He was getting almost double money, he would get anywhere else. But I could rely on him. It was past lunchtime but as we were busy, we could not eat. I asked Harry to ask someone to serve lunch. I saw her Playing with the girls. She looked so happy and even more beautiful when she was with the kids.

I sigh and turn to see Onimisi arrive behind Teniola, the director who was screaming at me earlier. The technician, comes and adjusts the miniscule Microphone hanging to my scarf and says very quietly before I can apologise. "Onimisi says to think of a bad memory to bring forth tears far quickly and take it from there." I nod quickly and turn to nod gratefully at Onimisi who is now standing to the side watching the cameraman who is about to start the camera again. "And, Action!"

Harold releases her. "Hahahaha. What shitty luck is this? First your daughter, now you." She scoffs and Continues with scorn and mockery. "Do your worst grandpa dearest. After all this is not the first time I have gone through this." Harold is visibly enraged and unleashes the paralysis spell. I rush in to dispel it but a fraction of it hit her. She howls in pain and passes out. I am beside myself with anger. I take out my staff and strike the Wizard. He stumbles, raises his wand then disappears.

I knew I would have to stay here for a minimum of six months, but I was already looking forward to the day I could buy my little place. It turns out that Derek was an architect. He explained he needed to work on some drawings for a client and disappeared into his office. I grabbed a plate full of cold pizza and some drinks, then headed up to my room. I had a date with Harry Potter and I wasn't about to miss it. I took a long bath, curled up in my robe with a fire going, and lost myself in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The warlock rogue had taken back control of the umbrella. “Nothing,” Connery patted Meguitte’s hand. “It just distracted them whilst Meguitte wove a little spell.” “It’s only good for an hour,” Meguitte said apologetically. “But they’ll follow us obediently for that time period.” “Handy,” Dan said with approval. “Something like that,” Greg frowned. “I don’t like mind control.” “It’s not mind control,” Meguitte replied defensively. “Its…” “Wasn’t quite sure what to do with the pieces,” Harry announced as they walked around the building with Jules. “But Papa Wolf suggested burning them in the firepit, so if it starts to smell like barbeque…”