Harry Potter Oc Maker Novels & Stories

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

I stood in the doorway, hands on my belly, making sure everything was perfect. The gift section looked beautiful, with piles of boxes wrapped in gold and silver paper, and a Harry Potter themed trunk made just for the cash envelopes and gift cards. We’d even painted their initials, M & K, on the front. The treat table was straight out of a sugar dream just as described as The Three Broomsticks Inn in the HP books. From personalized cupcakes, cake pops, Rice Krispie treats, cookies, and candy jars, all lined up next to the faux butter beer drink station. Sandwich boxes were stacked neatly on another table for those who couldn’t stay long. Everything shimmered with gold and black accents... si

“How do you even come up with these things?” Harry grinned proudly, leaning back in his chair. “It’s a gift, really. I consider myself a prank prodigy.” “Prodigy or not, you’re going to get expelled one of these days,” Lucas said, his voice light but laced with warning. “And I'm not going to help you this time if anything happened.” “This time?!” I questioned and Harry snorted, shrugging his shoulders. Next, he waved Lucas off. “Nah, they love me. Besides, someone’s got to keep things interesting.”

I might be ogling him because he smirks . " Like what you see?" My jaw drops to the floor and my eyes wide with a blush on my cheeks . Harry chuckles at my reaction . " well , i can send you a picture of me ,if you like and you can make it your wallpaper ?" "Harry!" i shriek and hit him on his chest . " So , what were you doing ?"

BIG CHECK Now I'm ready to go. It turns out that I should be in the dorm when I remember something. I just forgot to wear my Orvix. If you look at it, it is just an ordinary bracelet but it's far from being normal just like me. It can hide things. The one that looks like Doraemon's pocket. The only difference between him and my bracelet pocket. Here are all my deadly weapons and other valuables. I just have to think of the weapon I want to release and hit the diamond in the middle then poof! I already have what I need. Where did I get it? I did not take it or buy it. I made it myself and invented it. I am the only one who has this. Perks of being a genius. Because I was always lazy to carry

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 30th, 1992, 9:51 AM - Monday He then stored the mokeskin pouch in an inside pocket of his robes. Erik then did the same with the cup and the locket, storing them inside his mokeskin pouch and putting it inside an internal pocket inside his blazer. "So, Mr. Croaker, what do you want to do about the disembodied soul of Tom Riddle?"

"Alright... The remains of a dead otter... It was still so tiny. I took a guess that it was still a newborn when it died. I did not understand the idea behind all this. But after you mentioned about spells and charms, I think I start to get the idea..." . "Yeah... But what kind of dark magic do they use in this modern world? Even using a dead animal as their tool. Sick. Sick to the head. Sick to the mind." . "That's not all, Harry... There were also yellow, rotten teeth inside there. Precisely three pieces. It was so disgusting, I literally almost puked upon discovering it all." .

It was filled with all kinds of herbs and fruits that only those proficient in potion making and medicine could bring out its true worth. 'Speaking of potions, that person should have been at Apo Forest, right?' 'How old is he now? Sixteen? How terrifying.' Oskar was considered a genius that only appears every millennium. He was only eighteen when he made those heaven-defying potions that shook the whole continent. Ains took a glance at Amir's straight and wide back. 'Nah. That one is a monster.' Ains felt his heart shook when Amir suddenly looked behind him. Their eyes met and for a moment, he suddenly couldn't move.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Adom could hide being an omega for his whole life if he kept on being careful. Right now, he was living off his scholarship and part-time jobs, so he would still be able to afford his suppressants. They were expensive, given how many he needed every time. Most omegas only took them for their heat if it would be really inconvenient for them, but he had been taking them for every heat he had so he wouldn't need to experience them. He heard they were very painful and uncomfortable, so he happily took them every month.