Harry Potter Muggle Military Fanfiction Novels & Stories

You know, that was how to trump any argument. I’d nodded, glancing around at the snarling Alphas. “He can have his whole life, if I’m gobbled up by the big bad wolves. I was meant to be solving a murder and stopping a war but…” Jeremy snorted. “Look you, was I Claimed by a sorceres or a Muggle?” I’d raised my eyebrow. “What, even with a wolve, I can’t escape the Harry Potter jokes?” Jeremy slunk to his feet. “That depends if you want to see my wand?”

I had always thought of mages as quiet, studious types who locked themselves into towers and read incessantly between midnight walks through graveyards. “You don’t look like a mage,” I said, before thinking it through, and blushed immediately. “And what do mages look like?” he sent me a look over his shoulder. “I don’t know. Skinny and pale? You look more like a knight,” I decided. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he returned to his book. Over his shoulder, I could see the writing, but I could not read it. It was uncomfortable to look at it too long. The writing looked as if I should know what it said, and yet, my eyes could not make it out, and that contradiction made my eyes lose focus. “

“Well, mate is the first option. However, since Muggles like you don’t understand the term, perhaps I can be your lover. Or how do you Yanks say it? Your man. I can be your man.” A choked laugh escapes my mouth at his use of the word muggles. “Wait a minute?” I say, stepping closer as I run a towel down my wet hair. “Are you quoting Harry Potter?” He shrugs his shoulders with a roguish grin. “Nevaeh made me watch all seven movies. They were quite brilliant.” I arch my brows with astonishment. The idea that Azazel has sat down for hours to watch the story of a young boy’s adventures in a wizarding school is almost ludicrous. Seeing my incredulous look, Azazel places his hands on my waist and

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

I sighed and stood waiting for Harry to arrive with Luna. ------ Luna Lawson: I was enraged after Harry dragged me out and took me away to the underground room. "No! Let go of me!" I screamed as I struggled to break free from Harry's hold, but he held me strongly and carefully as he took me into the underground room and chained my hands to a pole inside the room. "What are you trying to do? I'm going to report you to Mikel!" I screamed at Harry as I tried to kick him, but Harry dodged my kick and walked away from me without speaking, staring at Molly, who walked in next with a frown.

It's just a big 'IMO' case, not to be taken too seriously outside of this fanfic scenery. A/n: Shotout to 'Lustsifer' who found the reference for 'Hogwarts' Magic Circle' in chapter #3. -------------- pls don't forget to support my stories

Harry thought. Harry felt a sharp pain, after realizing the whole truth. He turned to face Arthur with his hard glare . "My words remain the same! I will never change them! This slut of a woman, would never get to see her son again. And you who claim to be her baby's daddy, I would advise you don't even make an attempt to get the kid away from me otherwise I will kill you and feed your flesh to the ravens." Harry said with his eyes directly at Arthur, who only looked for a few seconds and eventually moved his eyes away from him. Harry's look was so impossible to behold. Harrh looked like a beast that would cause havoc on earth.

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”

He was obviously thinking the same way Sophie was. "I don't care. Just come out and hear this before it will be too late" he emphasized. "As your lordship pleases" the Mage grumbled. After some minutes, he came out to him. "I just saw something now and I want to tell you because you are the only one that will believe I'm not spewing nonsense" he started cowardly. "What is it?" the Mage asked back. "I saw some soldiers, it was like they were initiating some members into their occult, group" he explained awkwardly.

Chapter 34. Location; Red blood pack. Hermione's POV I snarl more. I walk unstoppable down the royal cottages hall way. My every beastial step results loud quaking thuds. It warns every one of impending danger. Am half beast, half human. Am highly enraged. Any mistake and my beastial side forcefully rips apart the defaulter. No double thoughts regarding it. Stand against me and your lifeless corpse will be cleaned and trashed into available dumpsters.