Harry Potter Occamy Novels & Stories

"Amm brother, I made this dinner. For you. You really don't wanna try? Or even look?" Her words stunned Harry instantly. His spin got straight. Crossing his legs while facing her, he hurriedly took the plate from the bedside table. Taking a look at the omelet, he saw a little brown omelet with little too much brown bread, which he can tell by the look that it's overcooked. However, not for once, he had the thought of burnt food or the thought of having omelet and bread as his dinner. All he saw was big Sorry written on it with tomato ketchup.

The crowd parted for his pompous gait to lead him to the front. My heart dropped in my chest. That was a big problem. My wolf must not be exposed. Shit. I was so fucked. My eyes settled on the average-height man in a purple overcoat with several heavy, gold chains sparkling around his neck. His short blonde hair was slick back with a black bandana tied around his head. A crooked smile formed on his lips as his snarky blue eyes roved over me. He gave me the chills. Madam Cumberbatch got suddenly nervous and fussed over herself. “Overlord Ozric, it’s a pleasure.”

Tamara said as she opened the door ajar for him. Harry was welcomed with the nice aroma that came from the kitchen. She looked towards the kitchen and Tamara noticed itm she walked to the kitchen and came holding a plate and a cup. She placed the plate In front of Harry. It was an omelette, a piece of cake and a cup of tea.

Hagrid waited for a while,as if contemplating on what to say or how to say what he wanted to say to me without hitting a nerve or scaring me. "Have you seen something like this before, Hagrid?" Emmett asks him. He gently shakes his head and said "no, I haven't. But it has been talked about before." Turning away from Emmett to look at me, he added "you my dear, has a gift. One of the rarest gifts an Omega could have. " "A gift?" I asked him, confused. "Yes," he chuckled "you thought it was a curse? It could be, all depending on you."

"Care to tell me why you're trying to break down this door?" The blue haired one glared at him. "It's none of your business. So get lost." Marcus chuckled lowly, running a hand through his hair. "It's my business though. I don't tolerate harassment in any form and—" "It's not harassment!" the black haired one said, stepping forward. He smiled, extending a hand. "I'm Harry." Marcus stared at the hand for a beat before looking at him. "How is that my concern?" Harry flushed in embarrassment before taking his hand back. "The omega in there is my partner and he went into heat."

He wasn't sure he wanted to know the details. "DeVayne was involved in all sorts of dark practices, and you'll need magic to help defeat Harrison. It appears these despicable individuals summoned a demon," Westwood explained, her tone tinged with annoyance. "A demon?" Parker blinked, clearly taken aback by the revelation. "Well, it was once something else. It used to be a revered spirit called Okami, a sort of Japanese ghost wolf. But DeVayne's wickedness twisted it, and now, the Okami is all that's keeping Harrison intact," Westwood elaborated.

"She's safer where ever she is than here at the moment" **** I watch Harry from my perch against my balcony, laughing and talking with the other humans. Acting passionate about what he was doing, the facade almost fool proof. But I knew that wasn't the old Harry. Whoever has was, was here for a reason, that shadow in the snow was no ordinary person. The egnima glances upwards able to sense my gaze and he waves as confident as ever that he was still able to puzzle me. "How did you manage to get out of the maze at the

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

"Well, fortunately, Harry has no idea that wolves are actually people." Tbc

Greg murmured. “It’s okay. This is Harry, my younger sibling in vampire terms. We share a sire in Talen. Harry is… well. Harry,” she cautioned him. “They come and go as they like, and I’m not at all surprised to see them appear in the main street of Havermouth right now.” “Okay,” Greg replied warily. “That’s not precisely an endorsement.” “Hmm. No, it’s not,” she agreed dryly as she crossed the road to Harry and stepped within the shop.