Harry Potter Next Generation นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He sat down by me without a word for a long while, until I felt I was sort of coming back down to earth. “So what’s next?” I asked, touching the crown of my head and feeling it hotter than Kujo. “Next, you should go out and about. See the city, relax, have a good time.” The soft knock on the door took me aback. He was waiting for somebody else? My heart spiraled down from the relaxing cloud I’d been floating on, dragging my mind along. Could it be—? “I’d like you to meet my grandson, Harry,” Hugo said to me with yet another smile, and turned to the door. “Come in, son.”

Victor’s POV My hand moved on instinct, blocking Michael’s view with my shoulder as I bent down and scooped the small silver hairpin off the dusty floorboards. The faint scent of vanilla and fresh pine flared up in my nose again, sharp against the heavy smell of copper and dark magic. I slid the cold metal deep into my pocket, letting my fingers linger there to ensure it was completely hidden. I stood up straight and forced my expression to remain blank, but as I turned around, I realized I hadn't been fast enough.

Ava shouted. "I'm so disappointed in you Jadis," Marcus said on entering into the room. "You're out numbered so brace yourself and surrender." "Hahaha," Jadis laughed. you've forgotten that I have the lord and Alei tied up. "Ava the protector won't work on the metal chair. It's too strong," Addison whispered. "Fine I give up," Jadis said pretending to put the sword down. She threw a bottle of holy water which spilled on the ground."I know I've lost but I can't let you win completely either," she said pushing the sword into Ava's skin from behind.

Vasilisa was packing her grimoire, wrapping it up with a large piece of gold cloth she had found. "Why Latin?" said Vasilisa. "Because it's a dead language and everybody likes to use it to summon a spell, like Harry Potter," Ruslan said. "Who's Harry Potter?" the sorceress asked. "He's a wizard," Ruslan chuckled. "Why haven't I heard of him before?" "Because he's probably in another crazier universe than this, that's why," Cassandra interrupted. "If you want old, there's plenty of languages older than Latin," Vasilisa said to Ruslan.

“Pot calling the kettle black, don’t you think?” “I’m not going to debase myself with a response to that,” she said, lifting her nose slightly in the air. “Now, let go of those papers before this gets physical.” A lot of inappropriate things suddenly passed through his mind, but before he could decide if he was going to say any of them Harry walked into the room. “Should I leave? While you two are adorable, exhibitionism really isn’t my kink.” “Don’t be ridiculous, Harry,” Mel said, pulling the papers away from Trent.

It’s a pride thing, especially for shifters, even worse for Alphas and Kings. “Every day I was gone, I knew you’d be looking for me. I knew in my heart that you would never give up. I also knew that you wouldn’t have found me even if you came to Silver Paw pack. Mike had a witch use spells to hide me, to trick even Lorcan Dalgaard.” Dad’s eyes widen as I explain about the witch and all she did. I don’t know how Mike knew her because he never said, but I knew she was powerful. Only a powerful witch could fool Lorcan Dalgaard.

#One_Year_Later "Dad, Dad please save me. I don't want to have milk for breakfast. Chris is forcing me to do this." Harry requested Samson, hiding behind him. Harry is the adopted year old son of Samson and Christian which made their incomplete family finally complete with his presence. "Sam, don't hear his request. He is becoming really naughty day by day. If he does not have his diet properly then he will fall sick.",Christian glared at Harry, who was hiding behind Samson.

They are my loves and I don't know what I would do without the next generation. The End

Darren said, cutting me off. "What?" "I don't like Nutella." "Are you serious?" I asked, eyeing him incredulously. "No, I'm Darren. And I don't like Sirius Black, the dude's creepy." I just gave him a blank stare. "Who is Sirius Black?" I asked, scrunching my brows up in confusion. "Who would have that sort of a name?" "He's in Harry Potter," He said, shaking his head at me. "You wouldn't know." "Oh," I said. I only watched the first movie of the series and I didn't like it. So I didn't watch it's subsequent parts.

Ethan mentioned with pride. "Yandel being four years older, he was sent there first, and after the first year, he came back with a round glass which was given to him by the school and he sudden developed this british accent out of nowhere which seemed to please our parents so much they sent us there too," Ethan added. "Hence why me and Nathan called him Harry, as in Harry Potter, the cursed child, the second part of who shall not be named, the successor of the elder wand, the—" Emily was saying before she got interrupted by Yandel who seemed to have had enough of story time.