Harry Potter Montague Novels & Stories

"Whatever. I can't leave you alone until I'm sure you're far away from the wereworld and I hope you've carried enough of your elixir." "How did you know?" Helia squinted her eyes at him. "Well." Montague began to laugh nervously. "Your father told me." "Oh! I figured." She stopped walking and turned to Montague, who stopped walking too. "You won't leave me, uh?" Montague nodded and she smirked. Immediately, she began to speak gibberish. "Sleep until I'm further to where I intend to go," she whispered and Montague fell to the ground.

Rose had asked thoughtlessly while looking at the book Mona had placed in front of her, smiling as she recalled that now she has two teachers, Starvos and Mona. Mona who hummed for a while seem to be trying to remember the name of the sorcerer that took her a while as she wasn’t one who concerned herself to the matter inside the coven. “Oh I do know one. That snobby little brat who always follow the Master. He was saved by the Master once and revered the Master as god, much to an obsession. That man’s name was.. I… Isael? Ishya? Oh! It is Isaac. A snobby boy with ransacked curly black hair and annoying gaze.”

“Now, what did Jonathan write?” “Let’s see. Scepter equals Excalibur. Sword of Gryffindor rules. Mirror of Erised.” I squinted a little as I read the handwritten note. Isis shifted in my lap, turning to look at me, utterly confused. “I’m not sure I understand that. Why does Jonathan go from talking about Excalibur to Harry Potter? I mean, both are British, and Merlin is in both, though obviously only spoken of in Harry Potter.” Isis’s brow was furrowed as she tried to understand that strange way my friend’s mind works.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

He turned back to the task. “What is he doing?” Fatima wondered as they followed Tony back into the house. “Connery is a very talented alchemist,” Meguitte replied absently as they approached a bedroom door and Tony opened it into a darkened space. “And we have worked together a great many times over the centuries. He will prepare the ingredients for a healing spell, with a twist using alchemy, and I will return to infuse it with my magic. We will create a poultice for Harry’s eye… Oh, Harry,” she finished as she saw them laid out over the bed.

If given a choice, Perry would rather be facing Timothy Montgo, the second young master of the Montgo family. "Mr. Montgo, I truly feel sorry. It was my failure to keep things under control, and such an incident happened. Rest assured, no matter what, I will resolve this matter for you," Perry declared. Charles Montgo coldly looked at Perry. "How do you plan to resolve it?" Perry wanted to ask this man, how did he intend to resolve it? Perry had limited contact with Charles Montgo, but he had heard rumors. They said his methods were ruthless. After all, if someone didn't even value their own life, how could they care about someone else's?

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

“And not every woman in the female line had something. At least that’s what my granny and grimoire say. My dad was certainly as ordinary as ordinary comes.” “I do not know,” Meguitte shrugged to the silent question of the eyes that came to rest on her. “I thought myself a witch. My mother was a witch. It was not until Leighton said otherwise that I realized that he might be right. But he could also be wrong,” she suggested raising her eyebrows but keeping her eye on the powder that she measured into jars. “He is not infallible.” “Let’s hope not,” Heath observed wryly. “It was decided then?” Harry adjusted their position on the couch, easing the sleeping toddler onto the cushions, before risi

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

MAEVE'S POV "We are so screwed," Nyla muttered as we approached the crooked cottage that looked like it might collapse if you breathed on it wrong. The Mad Mage's cottage sat in a clearing surrounded by twisted trees that seemed to lean away from it, like even they knew something was off. Smoke was coming from the chimney in an unnatural way.