Harry Potter Night Novels & Stories

The fog in Blackwood Glen had a habit of swallowing sounds, turning the evening into a claustrophobic dampness that clung to my jacket. I had been hiking the lower trails when I found it: a sleek, charcoal-colored cat with eyes like burning sulfur. It wasn’t meowing; it was simply sitting on a moss-covered stump, watching me with an intelligence that felt uncomfortably human. Around its neck was a delicate silver collar with a nameplate: Midnight. Below the name was an address just a mile down the trail.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:45 AM Larry Potter was doing a fine impression of a fish outside the water at the moment. What he just saw was some very amazing stuff, even when magic is taken into account. But then, he only knew this magic world for a little more than a year, so he didn't have much of a base to compare. Larry Potter then looked at his Head of House, and paused. Even if she was not doing a fish outside the water impression, she was looking at Erik with wide eyes.

In the movie Harry Potter, the students attended a kind of magical school called Hogwarts. In their school, there is a stair they used to use them. The stair, standing on it at the first step, you would see it to be very long and sometimes scary to trail. Here in this place the stairs possess the same characteristics as that of the movie Harry Potter. As we moved on the stair, we followed Mr Hartley to the end. And as soon as we finish the end, he took us to a room, I thought at first that the room would be the place we were going to neglecting the saying that we were going to a turnel, so I made up a guess that Mr Hartley must have changed his plan but on getting to the room, Mr Hartley did

Mira’s POV. I could barely think straight. It was not easy to tame the uneasiness and butterflies I had. I had changed my outfits four times in fifteen minutes. Was it a first date fever or something?. Harry had asked us to go night driving together the day before. I agreed because I knew that was one of his favorite things to do. Gerald always joked about it with him whenever he stops by at 12am to steal a bottle from the mansion. It was at that time I sometimes finished my chores and got ready to sleep.

" Terry immediately exhaled a sigh and, deep down, he couldn't help but feel a little bit of admiration for Harry. Now that his body is worn out, all he wants to do is lie down on the mattress and have a restful sleep, but Harry needs to work at night. Thinking about that, Terry asked softly, "How long do you work at night?" as he was thinking about that and moving from admiration to concern. In response, Harry stated, "Normally twelve o'clock, but if it's not too cold that day, I'll sit until one o'clock in the morning!"

Harry wanted to eat spicy hotpot today, Grainne couldn't help it, let alone she was craving it, so they both dragged Carwyn to eat. After eating, the three of them left satisfied, and were about to go home when Harry insisted on going to the concert. Grainne asked helplessly, "Harry, where do you want to go to the concert at this late hour?" Harry said excitedly: "My friends all went to see it, it was the concert in the square! Music performance in the square? Grainne immediately understood that it was the music and dance performance they held in the square every night. Says it's music, but it's actually a lot of interpretations.

I WATCHED MY HANDS stitch up the new corpse on the table. These twins were among the thousands that ended up here since the Nightmare Master has been trying to use my ability to create a knight in your army. Thankfully, the best I can do is those horrendous curfew bots that need both my and Invent’s abilities to keep living. The Nightmare Master was definitely not satisfied, but I don't know what to tell him. I was about halfway finished stitching this man's arm on when I felt the night my master give me back control.

He decided to take a walk to see Sophie, that way he won’t have to drink. Lance got off the bed and walked to the door that connected the house to his chamber, he hasn’t been there in a long time. “I should go back and sleep,” He tried to stop himself but, in the end, he opened the door and closed it behind him. He took a short walk and came to the living room, of course, she would be asleep. It was way past ten pm already. He wanted to leave but the door to one of the rooms opened and she stood there in surprise, she was wearing a rather revealing nightie and he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

LILY JUST WANTED a break. She just wanted to sleep. She needed to sleep. Lily hadn’t slept in almost a week, and the events of tonight would keep her up even longer. How was she supposed to believe something as ridiculous as the existence of supernatural creatures? It was wild, and fantastical! It was the type of thing that almost put her in the nuthouse. She knew better than to admit the existence of supernatural beings, yet that doctor was so opened about it.

She opened the gate quickly and let them both in. "Do you know why the moon isn't red?" Harry asked, pointing to the dark sky, "because we aren't vampires!" He announced cheerfully. A person could get drunk from perceiving the amount of alcohol his every breath carried. Maria pushed and pulled till they were finally inside. Harry fell to the couch, his face buried in a pillow. For a brief second, Maria could have sworn he passed out, till she heard whimpering sounds coming from him. Was he- was he crying?!