Harry Potter Next Generation Novels & Stories

Day job as a cataloging library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can’t decide). Started out reading with the Baby-Sitters Club. Then moved to Sandra Brown, Linda Howard, Julie Garwood, and LaVyrle Spencer in high school. Now all over the place with her romance reading tastes. Find her online at www.LindaKage.com Facebook Twitter Instagram

The potion is a bubblegum pink colour and it’s just about to come to a boil. “It’s almost done.” I tell him patiently. Five minutes later the potion is more of a pastel pink and I turn off the stove. I clap my hands together. “Okay, now for the fun part. Grab a spoonful of the potion. DON’T drink it!” I say firmly. Harry carefully scoops up a spoonful of the jelly like potion. “What do I do with it?” Harry asks. I grin. “Use the spoon and flick it into the air.” I gesture in the general direction of the door, away from where we are both standing.

Way to throw me under the bus in an instant. The boy looked up, giving me a clear view of his face. Flawless skin, way to flawless for his own good with pale skin. His hairs were jet black and a pair of round glasses sat over his nose. If I didn't know better, I would say Harry Potter had come to life. All in all, he was an absolute nerd. He stared at Alex's outstretched hand in terror before turning his gaze to me and locked there. 'Her... her eyes... they a-are-'

a familiar voice said, as he took my hands into his, and then he took it into his lips giving it a kiss, then to his nose sniffing it. "Seriously?" I said, raising an eyebrow as he pulled a plaster from his pocket. I shook my head. "Forget it. I don’t need that. I’ll just wash my hands. Gosh, you’re weird," I muttered, turning away. But then he said something that made me freeze. "Don’t you want to know the root cause of the generational curse passed down to Harry?" I hadn’t even thought to ask. The question caught me off guard. I hesitated for a moment before walking to the sink, rinsing the cut under cold water.

I say, “Good afternoon, Patrick. What a pleasure it is to have you here! You arrived just in time for you to give us the answers that both Elizabeth and I want to know.” I watch as my grandmother crosses her arms, raises an eyebrow, and in a tone that leaves no room for argument, says, “Sit down.” He sits and watches us all, saying nothing. Then I say, “Would you be so kind as to tell us what you know about the boarding school you recommended to send my daughter to?” He opens his eyes wide and looks cautiously at Elizabeth. Then he sighs and says, “It’s Harry’s cover for training children and young people. That is where he makes them his warriors.”

He should be with him now, playing video games or watching pörn or something like that. "Okay" I smiled at him. The waiter came over, we gave him our order and in few minutes, it was served. With ate our food while discussing about school. "Halloway high school is very mysterious, few people and witness knows the mystery" he said. It's as if he doesn't wants to talk about it. But me and my mouth. "Do you know about the mystery?" I blurted out. He looks nervous actually. "Yeah, I do but I can't tell you, no one can tell you, you just have to find out yourself" he said all too serious. It gives me the chills.

After parting the curtain a little in an unnoticeable manner, Harry peeped to see if he could recognise anyone. At first, all he could see were three teenage boys in a hoodie. Later when he began to pick words from the conversation, he realised there was only a masculine in the trio; the others appeared to be feminine. This was vindicated when one pulled her hoodie off her head, and shaked her hair. It was a short bub, and Harry couldn't remember where he'd seen this person, but he was sure the face was familiar — he just couldn't place it right.

I wasn't sure what I expected when I suggested a movie night. Having Hollyn sit on the floor barely two feet away from the TV wasn't how I'd envisioned the night progressing, that was for damn sure. But her astonishment when I'd turned the movie on had curbed any desire I had to quash the joy lighting up her face. What the fuck are we going to do? I asked my brothers as Harry visited Diagon Alley for the first time on the screen. We need some straight fucking answers, Thane said. His mental voice was tight and hard. We can't keep her locked up in here, no matter how much each of us seems to want that.

I need to start jogging again in the morning. "Stand aside." He waves his hand backwards and we take a few steps back. Branson closes his eyes and starts murmuring something. A spell, maybe. Just then, the wall starts moving and Tessa clutches my arm. The wall slowly slides away to the left, revealing another door. "Fuck!" Alex's jaw drops. "J. K. Rowling surely came across this place and then wrote Harry Potter." He chuckles and I nudge him with my elbow. "Let's go." Branson says and opens the door. Tessa's hold gets tighter on my arm and I praise Moon Goddess for not giving her sharp nails.

my voice broke in half. Adamant, he continued, "Yes, you can. You know when the Sorting Hat placed Neville in Gryffindor?" I nodded weakly, slightly amused at how regular he seemed when dropping Harry Potter reference. "That same fat kid slayed a snake seven years later. You're the Neville, Rashid. You can slay your snake, and you will." "It's slew." I sniffed. "Huh?" "Slew a snake, not slayed." "You're fucking hopeless."