Harry Potter One Shots Novels & Stories

They didn't give me time to run. The scarred one moved first. His hand closed around my arm like a steel trap, and before I could shift, before I could even think about shifting, the gray-eyed one pressed something cold against my neck. A syringe. "This will only hurt for a moment," he said. The world tilted. The moon spun above me like a broken coin. I tried to fight, tried to call the wolf, but my limbs had turned to water and my mind was sinking into a deep, dark ocean.

“I’m not touching that. I’ll get tetanus or something.” Harry glanced over at me with a flat, unimpressed look. “And you think I’m going to touch it?” I tried to stare him down. “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who wanted to be the hero. So go ahead and be the hero, Harry. Open it. Don’t let me stand in your way.” Harry looked at the knob, then at me, then back at the knob, and the devil grinned. I expected something stupid like ‘open sesame’ or ‘alohomora’. But nope, he had to be dumb but piss me off at the same time as well.

They, except Harry, were surprised. Harry saw that the moment Luna fixed Lala’s collar, she managed to hide the peeking love bites on her collarbone. TBC Maple Writes Don't forget to leave a comment, share and give me reviews for me to know if there are things that I should improve with and change at the same time. Have a good day. Enjoy reading.

It means a great deal to me! ＊ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ "And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her." — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It had been Friday night when my friends and I had gone to the club. It was a good plan to keep Hunter off my mind. I had been ignoring him since Christmas. He had sent me a dozen of texts but I refused to read or reply to them. It was better this way.

The lady was quite boring. "So erm is there like a potion that can help me get through this?" Ava asked, looking at them both. Lucas ran a hand through his dark brown hair. "Well after hours and hours of searching through many different old, dusty books, we did find something..." he trailed off as he again walked out of the room. Just a few seconds later, he came back in with a little teacup in his hands.

The last time I checked you were so eager to execute this plan. H: Things happen, things happen and then you must realise this may not be what you want anymore. R: I respect your decision but still we have to wait till after twenty-four hours. H: Is there no alternative? R: What I said still stands, goodnight Mr Harry. Harry scrolled through the chats searching for her name. He didn't remember her damn name anymore. He had saved her number with just a letter that started her name. Oh there, he found it, Rina

At least he managed to burn the note his cold fish wife had in her hand. He looked up when he noticed the door opened and closed. There was no one. Puzzled he kept looking but see nothing. He pours himself another glass of brandy. The glass was suddenly slapped from his hand. Shocked he looked around. He appeared to be alone but he can feel the presence. “Wha…what do you want?” he asked stuttering. The hand slapped him through the face nails cutting into his fleshy skin. He watched the name appeared in blood on the paper. A chill went through him.

After he found his seat adjacent to mine, his manliness overpowered my space, and it forced me to look at him. But his closeness startled me, and I became eager to draw back and look elsewhere, but one of his fingers found the base of my chin and stopped me. “Miss Edwards…” He whispered my name as if someone was close by and was trying to eavesdrop on our conversation. “Are you perhaps horny?” “Horny?” I chuckled unbelievably, my eyes finally darting to the side. “Put on a shirt,” I said seriously. He leaned back and grabbed his fork. “I heard pregnant women are usually horny at one point. I wonder...” he inspected the silverware. “I wonder who will do the job of relieving you when that time

He stared at his reflection—the young man with smart eyes and restless hands—and whispered: “Who are you to stand before them? A boy ran out from three powerful men, a wolf without a pack, the son of an exile.” The reflection did not answer. Only his own voice echoed back. Then he heard a knock. “Henry?” Harold’s deep voice, called. “Yes,” Henry answered, straightening his notes. Harold entered, carrying two cups of tea. He set one on the desk. “For your nerves,” he said. “Next tomorrow will be long.”

Setting down the plate of muffins I smile, none of them acknowledging it, snobby bitches. Taking the coffee, I carefully place it on the table when snobby bitch one, waves her arm while talking animatedly, knocking the coffee out of my hand. "Fuck" I shout because the scalding hot coffee spilled all over my hand, at the same time snobby bitch one screeches "You low life Idiot" "What the fuck did you just say ?" I turn and glare at the snobby bimbo barbie. "I. Said. You. Low. Life. Idiot" She replies slowly but loud for the whole cafe to hear.