Harry Potter Pansy Parkinson Novels & Stories

Dupont of the Alchemy Department, Prof. Reginald Morell of Arcane Arts, Prof. Dimitrio of Herbology, and Prof. Raevers of charms. There was also a hooded person with them who seemed to be floating on air, beside whom stood the groundskeeper and head of Cryptozoology, Damien Wolvesbane. “Pan Phineas!” Dorin called to the hooded person who slightly tilted his head.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Audrey Danler is not talking to you?” He threw up his hands. “How is that related to my entire face?” “I have three sons, Mr. Parkinson. Every single one of them once had that look when some girl doesn’t respond to a romantic gesture.” “What look?” “The look of impatience and desperation to get a hold of the girl. And also, Robin had that same look today.” One of his brow lifted. “The intern?” “Yes. Robin, come over here for a sec,” she called over her shoulder.

Ernest looks at him with admiration, he knew the capabilities of his boss, and how strong he had been although he appeared otherwise. “You're telling me because you're my friend”Harry walks over to the large mirror he had in his living room and looks at himself, he's too handsome a man, his curly black hair is perfectly manicured, his face is made up of a thin chin, his green eyes match the pale tone of his skin, and the last few years of rehabilitation in the gym had made his muscles stand out over his clothes, but Harry hated the fact that he didn't have a leg and that he didn't have his family, there were things that money couldn't buy, he would have given anything in the world to have hi

Harry goes to his desk, takes his phone, and then takes my hand and pulls me out of the office as if he were possessed. Harry's attitude is making me nervous, and a thousand things go through my head, but I don't know what's so special about that gift. [End of flashback] "Girl, it's time to wake up. Please don't do this to me. I knew I shouldn't have let her ride that bike for hours!" A distant crying makes my headache worse, and I groan in pain. I raise my voice, asking them to keep quiet, as my head could explode at any moment.

I closed the notepad with the intention of leaving too when a loud beep in my head stopped me. I shut my eyes tightly, trying to get over the grating sound as Darwin’s grainy voice filled my head. “Has he squealed?!” I blinked in surprise as Parker’s voice came back into my head. “Not yet, sir. But we’re close." “We have to be. I have no intention of telling that cretin what I plan to do with the elixir but he’s the only one who can use it.” “Why don’t we just get a witch to undo the binding spell?”

Finally, he let out a deep sigh. “ Okay, I know you might have noticed he's been acting strangely, and I think it's time I explained what's going on." He said “Yeah, I've been really confused. Some hours ago, he was sweet and kind, and the now, he's... terrifying." I said “I understand why you'd find it confusing. The thing is, Harry has what's called dissociative identity disorder. He has two distinct personalities: one is gentle and caring, while the other is... darker." He finally said and my eyes widened