Harry Potter Oreos Novels & Stories

"Mind if I sit down?" "No, not at all." Travis walked around and sit on the bench opposite me. He took up the book that I rested on the table earlier and read the title out loud. "'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'." He looked up at me. "So, you like Harry Potter?" "Who doesn't?" I say with mock horror, crossing my arms in the process. He held up his palm in defence. "You're not getting any argument from me here." "Good," I said in the same playful, defensive tone.

The hug was short and brief but it gave Akira the strength she needed to push just a little bit further. They walked around till Orion paused at the fantasy section of the library, the children's section to be precise. “Eureka!” He exclaimed. Akira chuckled at his childlike expression, “what are we doing here?” “Does this look familiar?” He asked. She looked closely at the book and smiled, “Harry Potter?” She asked in surprise. “Yes my darling, I believe that there's a creature in this book that might have a hand in Mirabel's petrification.” Akira scoffed, “I doubt the basilisk would want to have anything to do with her.”

Jordon tells us. “Well he might be perfect for the candle campaign,” Evie adds. “We want that one to be a little sexy.” “I was hoping you would love him for that one,” Jordon smiles at her. I dont like him. “My concerns are for the toys and kid friendly foods,” she winces and holds her belly. “I would hate for some kid to fall in love with a spokesman and find a copy of Pollyanna with a sex tape in it.” Iris pales and looks like she could murder me. Everyone else chuckles. I am about to send a message for Evie to stop when I look over and see her looking pained.

When Ariadne's finished, it's already late in the afternoon. The Omega's knees hurt, and her palms are red. When she finally found the last pill hidden in between two couch cushions, she nearly cried with relief. Harry appears in the doorway again, clothes smelling like cooking oil and something that makes the Omega's stomach growl. She's starved. "I'm sorry that I had to do that," Harry says softly. "But I can't have you misbehaving. I made us lunch. Why don't you come and join me?"

, Harry is pointing to a meringue nest coated in fresh cream and strawberries, “Well, we are on holiday” I say, “What would you two like?” I say to Joshua and Rosie. Joshua chooses a foot long bacon and cheese baguette and Rosie chooses a chocolate fudge brownie, I’m tempted by the cream tea breakfast but decide to wait for a proper Cornish tea when we arrive, I’ll get the croissant and an Oat milk dirty chai latte.

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

But if a seven-year-old wanted to read the entire Harry Potter series in a week, Kiara was not going to discourage it. Kiara’s blue eyes flicked over to where her niece leaned against the trunk of the sugar maple tree with green leaves and small greenish yellow flowers above her. She sat on grass that was already lush and green thanks to the pack Omega’s and city maintenance crews. Unlike her sister’s unruly curls, Marie had straight dark auburn hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her bright warm honey eyes devoured the words on the page in front of her. In her young mind, Marie wore Hogwarts robes that were in the Ravenclaw colors. In reality, she wore knee length khaki shorts and a pu