Harry Potter Padfoot Novels & Stories

Are you, Peter Pettigrew, a Death Eater? "Yes." "When did you join them?" "February, 1979." Director Bones then signals Auror Robards to the bound man's arm. With a flick of his wand, Pettigrew's sleeve is torn, exposing a black tattoo-like mark resembling a skull and snake on his forearm. Guiding a hand to her head, Director Bones massages her temple with her fingers slowly. The headache seemed to be intensifying. "Who was the secret keeper of the Potter's home?" "I was."

Anything" Abel was trying to slide down from his mom's embrace, Eva saw this and put him down, I kneen down so I can have the same height as little Abel. "Anything you want" "Will you read for me then?" Abel asked while looking at me with that puppy eyes, how can I say no? "Of course, I will, but what you want me to read?" I asked while patting his head. "HARRY POTTER" Oh, look like we have another Potterhead in the family.

Ada picked up the ashtray on the coffee table and threw it at Harry's head. Seeing that it was about to smash into him, Harry rolled on the sofa and fell to the floor. The back of his head bumped into a sharp corner of the coffee table. It hurt so much that he immediately said to his bodyguard, "Why are you still standing there? Drag them out!" 'What a fool! He's not worthy of my money at all,' Harry thought. Just as the scene was in chaos, Harry suddenly felt a fierce and icy gaze on him. He turned his head and found Edwin standing outside the door with a hostile look on his face.

I drawled airily as the skinhead stepped up to stand beside me, the hot stench of his breath making something warm release in my groin as he breathed down my neck. “Fetch me a fresh-faced servant from the village Hagrid,” I confided, watching the man nod out the corner of my eyes and shift into the darkness, the large mass of his frame covered by sparsely matted brown fur as he fell into all fours and disappeared through the open ironworks of the castle gates.

"Harry, just drink it," I whine, stomping my feet on the ground, and he pouts. "It looks and smells bitter. I'm not interested." Harry crosses one arm over the other and huffs. I'm tempted to face-palm myself because of his childishness, but I stop myself, groaning loudly. "Harry, you need this. Do you or do you not want your wolf back?" I ask him, placing the cup in front of his face.

“You messed up big time, kid! You’d still pay a huge price even if you don’t die from this!” Naturally, those people were already planning to do whatever they pleased to Harvey and the others like fish on the chopping block. A few beautiful women were disdainfully looking at Harvey, thinking he was an ignorant man with a death wish for provoking the prominent figures. Even before Harvey could even say anything, Young Master Padlow stepped forward before he showed a playful smile. He sized up Harvey before he tapped his head. He naturally knew who Harvey was. “I was wondering who it was… “You’re Harvey York!”

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

I see Joey standing patiently. "Tell him that I'm not feeling well. I need to rest." I tell Joey after opening the door and poking my head out. Joey raises an eyebrow in amusement. "You can tell I'm lying right?" He nods then releases a short laugh. "Apparently, he says it's important for you two to meet." Joey reminds me of Neville Longbottom from Harry Potter, only in a suit and looks older. Could it be him? They look so much alike. Someone clearing his throat brings me back to the present. What's wrong with me zoning out a lot lately?

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.