Harry Potter Mrs Granger Novels & Stories

“Goodbye, then.” “Okay.” She took her bag and walked toward her car. Harry stood on the same spot and watched as she left. After she had left, he turned and walked back to the cashier, speaking authoritatively, “Refund the money back to the lady’s account.” “Yes, President.” … Before Charmine and Anthony managed to see Dior, a nurse rushed in urgently. “Ms. Jordan, Mr. Bailey, Grandma Granger is downstairs.” Charmine frowned and could only instruct the nurse, “Take care of Mr. Granger. If she asks, just tell her what I told you earlier.”

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.

Chris leaned down, whispering in my ear, “Mom looks like that lady who comes and takes over Hogwarts for a while. What was her name?” “Professor Umbridge?” I snorted, remembering Chris’ obsession with Harry Potter. I’m almost positive we watched every movie at least five times before I couldn’t stand it any longer. “YES!” his voice echoed around the otherwise silent space and the woman in question turned around with an unimpressed look on her face before plastering the fakest smile I’d ever seen. “Chris. Rosalind,” she chirped, “I am so glad you two could make it.” Like we had a choice.

Three tall chairs face the table, so I sit on one of them. "Hello" greeting. The front wall accommodates a clear glass window that overlooks the entire meadow. "Good evening, Mrs. Granger" she replies. "Well, you must be busy right now, but could you help me get my things out of the master bedroom later?" I am direct when asking.

He advised, but he knew me better than backing off, not especially when there’s a hot innocent pussy in the lose. Approximately, the class was starting at nine, and let’s say that I decided to reach there a little bit late. Their chatting voice echoing in the dance hall, that immediately I stepped in, all eyes snapped at me, a gasp of silence erupted from the place. “Professor Grey?” The dance assistant’s voice hurled with surprise, having him quickly matching to where I stood. My dark hues hurling and lingering to find that not so familiar face. I spotted her. “Professor Harry is the one taking this class today…”

Who would visit them? Harry rushed to the door to open it while Grace was still eating her breakfast But she froze in place when I heard the voice of the person I hated most in this world “Beta Galadriel can I help you" Galadriel looked at him with disdain "Yes, stop following my mate" Grace put her hand on her face tiredly, while Harry looked at him with contempt "She doesn't want to see you" "It doesn't matter, just go out and I'll take care of it."

"Say that one more time!" The bodyguard replied, "Let me be clear, Emma's title is basically Mrs. Hagrid. But behind closed doors? She's just someone Mr. Hagrid controls. She does whatever he says. This has been the case for years. At some point, she tried to stand up to him, even going as far as aborting his baby, and tried to escape. After she took off, she should've never come back. But maybe she was broke, or needed something, so she came crawling back to Mr. Hagrid."

Allison went inside and in a few minutes she came out, a vicious smile hidden beneath her nose mask. The next morning, breaking news hit Coral city. Chloe Granger, 27 years old heiress of the Granger family, died overnight after an unfortunate incident of a drug overdose.

He opened the door and I followed him to the back and sat beside him as I ignored everyone else's stares. It was a good thing that I sat at the back. No one would see me here. "Good morning, class." The teacher said. I looked closer and saw her tag. Mrs. Grace BattleAxe. Wow, what a name! I chuckled and Damon looked at me before be saw why I was laughing. He smiled and playfully bumped my shoulder. She was a woman in her late forties with long brown hair tied into a bun, glasses and wore a grey suit. She looked so pale and serious.

Hearing her words and tone of voice, Harry cried even louder. This is the mother, and you can't go wrong! "Mother, mother, hu hu hu… Do you not need Harry anymore? Huh huh…" Grainne was about to loosen the dough stuck to her leg when she suddenly felt a tall figure appear in front of her. As soon as he appeared, he blocked all the light in front of her. She looked up in surprise and saw a handsome face.