Harry Potter Mrs Granger Novels & Stories

Rachel West's figure finally shuddered. She has seen many doctors, and almost all doctors have sentenced this body to death. Only Richard Gray said he can cure her. The genius of the medical profession is indeed extraordinary. only She turned around slowly, without much ups and downs: “what are the conditions to cure me?" He hated her as much as James Smith, and she didn't trust this man to heal her unconditionally. Looking at the indifferent look of the woman in front of him, Richard Gray felt a little frustrated and bored.

She asked, dragging me along the path that led to the main pack house. “Hermoine Granger,” I answered and Susie fell into a rant about how the dynamic between her and Ron Weasley made for the perfect love story which I couldn’t help but agree with. *** An hour into The Chamber of Secrets I caught a scent that made me freeze in my seat, the room was dark except for the light of the tv screen but Jasper’s presence was clear as day to me. He was accompanied by a blond guy who looked to be around his age and as they searched the crowded room for space to join the marathon, it became painstakingly obvious that the only space left was on the couch beside me.

Sometimes I hate myself for being who I am. Days passed and I was nearly at the edge of losing him forever. It’s hardly few days we all graduate and depart. I won’t say I still want him but I never want to lose him. This confusion of what I really want was killing me. In all the chaos, an unexpected thing happen. The thing that left me shattered. That left my family and Harry’s family devastated. Granny’s death. It happened all of a sudden. I thought she would live for more years or months or even days. But I was wrong. I was disheartened and more than everyone, Harry was broken. It was unbelievable to him that the person whom he loves the most, had gone. Though we all knew it would happen w

I gently persuaded Aunt Lucy to be patient and kind to Diana, at least until Diana's behavior was good, and requested that Aunt Lucy remain close to them. I went to the hospital, being prepared to indulge myself into the pile of work, when my door was knocked. I frowned, already patients? Sigh… “Come in.” I permitted the person to enter, and the door opened to reveal a lovely woman of approximately Diana's age. She did not look like a patient at all, making me raise my brow. “Yes?” “You're Dr. Veronica Granger, aren't you?” She inquired politely, her voice soft and somewhat familiar.

‘They’re six years old…’ I could see from his blank expression how bored that made him. I feel a spark of mischief. I resolve to let him enter from there on. Determined to keep myself entertained by his reactions. But I am not the only one feeling mischievous. We finally meet the famous Mrs. Gorgan. She is an older woman in her late 40’s. Small streaks of grey in her strawberry blonde hair. A kind, warm expression. I understand why this is Patti’s favorite teacher at first glance. I could imagine with ease how young children would gravitate to those twinkling sky-blue eyes. I knew I would have loved her as a child.

"Come back!" The other students are hesitant at first, but when they see my face, they all return. We gather on the street, Brynn and Gregory included. "Who are you?" I ask the woman. "My name is Nora." She sticks her wand in her belt. "I used to be a teacher at your school." My knees shake. Thank God we've finally found someone who can help! "You might know my niece," Nora says. "Winter Grace." My spirits fall a little. "Oh."

Haggai "Is all well, Miss Lokenzi, or would you rather teach the class then?" She asks Glinda, who shakes her head abruptly "I'd rather not." Glinda mumbles "Then do not disrupt my class!" Mrs. Haggai screech "Yes ma'am." Glinda says, sitting down. "...I am so sorry Glinda, I didn't know..." I tried apologizing to her.

I'd just gotten halfway up when a harsh spotlight shone down on the wall, freezing me in place. "Kim Slater, you're supposed to be the dignified Mrs. Granger. And here you are, using a bathroom break as an excuse to climb over a wall. You're a total disgrace to the Granger family!" Even with the glaring lights blinding me, I recognized Winona Judd's voice at once. After all, she was the most powerful person in the Granger residence right now. "Someone, drag Mrs. Granger down already. What are you all standing around for? Waiting for a circus act?" she snapped at the household staff.

They all turned when we approached. "Everyone, this is Mrs Stone," Miss Harper said excitedly like I was a celebrity or something. "She teaches Management." "Ah, welcome," an older man said. "I'm Mr Oscar, Banking and Finance." His voice was deep, and he looked like someone who took numbers too seriously. He's an elder man, bald on top, with tiny glasses hanging on his nose. I wonder how his head carries all that calculation. Then there was Mrs Lucy, a very nice elderly lady. She smiled warmly at me. "Dear, I'm Mrs Lucy. Psychology department. It's so nice to finally meet you. I've seen you around."

They drifted around her, floating up and down on the waves of electricity, sort of like the glitter that bursts out of my flowers in the forest. Ms. Grover was at the front of the classroom, sitting on the floor, her cell phone in her hand, sweat pouring off of her forehead, tears streaming down her cheeks. She is a middle-aged woman, probably in her mid-forties, with long black hair and a bit of a witch’s nose, though she clearly isn’t a mage. I don’t have her for math, so I only know her from seeing her in the hallway. She was wearing a long black dress, aiding with the witchy feel, but her knees were drawn to her chest, like she was doing her best to get in the fetal position.