Harry Potter Oreos Novels & Stories

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.

Storm asked boredly. "Trash." They all said and I agreed. "That shit is so overrated bro." Tyler said and I nodded in agreement. "Gas or trash Harry Potter?" Tyler asked in distaste. "Gas." Cole and I said while everyone else said trash. "Bro Harry Potter?" Tyler asked Cole. "Harry Potter is elite. Liv changed my mind, honestly." He said and I smiled at him. "When?" Griff asked in confusion. "That shit's just as overrated as Wednesday." Griff said tiredly.

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

And I go back to my seat to wait for the DStv to finish booting while I have the first spoon of my overnight oat that tastes so creamy and satisfying because of how long the milk has soaked up into the oat, and I savor we every bit of it as it travels down my throat. “Hello Mrs kings” I Aurora’s voice as soon as I raise the second spoon of my overnight oat to my lips. I turn around to see my girls making their way to me and I drop my oat in the chair as I rush to Aurora to give her a hug and she actually lifts me up from the ground and thrills me around, securely holding me.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

As I open the fridge, I've found some chocolate with Harry's name written on it, I growl. "Lorien?" I jump, almost dropped the chocolate bar before turning around; there stands the person that I wish to not meet at the moment: Milo. "What are you still doing up?" He asks, averted his eyes to the side as he smirks. "Hungry, I see." I blush, quickly hiding the sweet treat behind me as he laughs. "You can have mine instead, Harry is not going to be happy if he wakes up with his favourite chocolate gone."

Both of them started chuckling again. "Harry Potter it is then." Avery said as she switched on the tv. "I'll get the snacks." I said walking out the doors. I went to the kitchen as I saw the maids there. "Is there anything we can get for you, Luna?" one of them asked. "I don't want to bother y'all. I'll get it myself. May I just know where can I get snacks?" I asked her kindly. She pointed inside as I said thanks and went there.

"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.

Landon stuttered. "Oh, you have a packed lunch? What is it? Let me see." One of Xavier's friend grabbed his bag from his shoulder. "Pl—please, give it back." Landon begged. "Pl—please, give it back." Xavier only mocked his please, and everyone of his friends laughed out loud. "Oh, look, and egg sandwich. I think I'm hungry, can I have it? Thank you, Landon. You are so nice!" The other one said.

He scoffed, "Well, I wasn't stalking you full time." "I hope you wake with warts tomorrow morning." I snorted standing up to pick up the rose he had dropped. I crumpled it under my feet too and kicked it back out. "Will you talk to me if I do?" "Yes." And so it happened that Orian returned with Warts that afternoon but we couldn't talk because he came down with a high fever due to an overdose of the potion for warts and the wizard that had created the spell had to be called back to cure him.