Harry Potter Next Generation Novels & Stories

The group of men filter behind the grizzly bear in front of us. Gee-gee lets out an over exaggerated laugh. “Oh, I’M SORRY, I must be misunderstanding you. Did you just call your FUTURE QUEEN a mud-blood?” Before he can respond she continues. “What is this? Fucking Harry Potter?” The man sniffs his nose before spitting on the ground in front of me. “She’s no future Queen of mine.” The men behind him yell out their agreement. I take a step closer to the man and give him a sinister smile. “What is your name, sir?” I bat my eyes at him.

She looks exhausted. Mom is leaning over her shoulder, pointing at a page. “This one is a basic cleansing spell. It clears negative energy and stabilizes your aura. You’ll need it before you attempt anything more advanced.” Raven nods, rubbing her temples. “Okay. And the potion?” “That’s a focus draught,” Mom says. “It sharpens your senses. Helps you channel magic without overwhelming yourself.” Raven sighs. “There’s so much. I don’t know how I’m supposed to learn all this fast enough.”

“What’s next?” Rael huffed, shaking his head. “Let’s not tempt fate.” A heavy silence settled over them. The air was thick with dust, the ruins groaning around them like the echoes of fallen ghosts. Myrra shifted uncomfortably before breaking the quiet. “We need to move. The Forgotten Hand won’t ignore this. They’ll come looking.” Vame, who had been eerily quiet, finally spoke. “They won’t just come looking,” they said softly. “They’ll come to finish what they started.”

"Got it. Though we had to outsmart some very annoying Pokers to get it." "Pokers?" Nyla raised an eyebrow. "Evil little tree creatures who like to trap people in pits and collect their bones," Dalia said with a shudder. "But we figured it out. Eventually." "What about you two?" Kaida asked. "You both look like you've seen ghosts." "Something like that," I muttered, not ready to talk about what I'd had to do in the Mad Mage's cottage. Maybe I never would be. Then Gretchen and Kai appeared. Gretchen's hair hung heavily with damp strands plastered across her face, and she was wearing what looked like a jacket over her shoulders, shivering slightly.

But for now, she would keep her secrets close and her heart guarded. Determined to assert some control over her unpredictable powers, Aqua decided to try a simple transportation spell to get herself to school. Focusing her energy and channeling the incantation she had practiced in secret, she closed her eyes and envisioned the familiar sight of Crestwood High. When she opened her eyes, she found herself standing in the dimly lit boys' bathroom of Crestwood High. Disoriented and flustered, she took a cautious step forward, her mind still reeling from the teleportation spell. The faint hum of fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the tiled walls.

Dawn Smith was the little sister she never had. “Great!” Dawn said, happily “ooh, Harry Potter!” she added as she flopped down onto the bed, her black and purple striped hair fanning out over the bedspread. She snatched the book from Lena’s hands “I prefer Goblet of Fire” she glanced up at the older woman “it had dragons”. “So does Philosopher’s Stone”, Lena pointed out. Dawn blew a raspberry at that. “Hardly. It has an itty bitty baby dragon named Norbert but that’s it”, she said “nothing like the badass Hungarian Horntail” Dawn rolled over onto her stomach “hey, you do think dragons are real? That would be so cool”.

Adrastus and April will change your view of the entire dragon realm. Finally, if you're secretly a Harry Potter fanatic, Ravenclaw Academy: Quinley's reign will have you addicted in no time, watch out though-this is not a young children series as it ties in with my Hellraiser trilogy and has dark themes as an introduction to Hell comes in the form of a young demon who arrives at the Academy.

I listen intently to everything she says. "Fallon, when you get to Devour Cemetary, the object your mother hid for you will call to you. Go to it, and do not let anyone touch it. It is up to you to retrieve no matter where it is," Mother Agnes says. I nod my head. "I understand," I say. "Good, then you three need to go. I will see you tomorrow. The ancestors and I will be ready. Tomorrow you receive your magic, and then the hard part begins," Mother Agnes says

Maya’s words faded away at busy. “Hmm. Forgiven,” Abby states. “But don’t you dare make it a habit.” “No. I won’t,” Maya chuckles. “Fine. Tell me. How’s your new neighborhood? Met anyone yet?” “No. But hey. There’s something…” “What?” Abby grows curious. “Liam. He’s my neighbor.” “Liam who?” “Parker.” Abby doesn’t get it. Then… “Wait! Liam Parker? You mean, your classmate? That weirdo?” she exclaimed in a shrill voice.

One time at work I'd even heard a co-worker called me the-Squidward-from-spongebob. Exactly why I hated them. That morning I'd just gotten up and, traditionally, said my good mornings to Sam triple zero eight, then the story stroke up. We were having a conversation of a book I'd just finished reading, 'No, Mr Harry Botter, do not turn me into a witch.' Believe me, it was a real book alright. The author was named Harry Botter, so he was the main character of his novel. Stories like that, what do they call them again? Paranormal stories, they were always fun to read. Partly because they were stupid, other part, they were nonsense. Nothing but ridiculous lies.