Harry Potter Parvati Novels & Stories

Seeing that his 'message' was heard by the students, Erik waved his hand and created an illusion of a twenty centimeters high electric blue creature that had pointed ears and face, two antennae. "Now, who can tell me this creature's name?" Erik asked the class. Some students raised their hands, and Erik pointed to a female one that had a chocolate brown skin. "Your name and answer, ." "Parvati Patil. That is a Cornish Pixie." Miss Patil answered clearly. "Correct. And what can you tell me about it?" Erik continued asking Miss Patil. "Hmm… It is a mischief-making creature that likes to steal and lift people up by their ears, depositing them in high places. It also can fly, but has no wings… A

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.

“Girl, you look damn hot! Are you sure you’re that witch girl from Harry Potter and not a slutty version of Scarlet Witch?” “Her name is Miss Hermione Granger,” I told Trish, rolling my eyes. “Plus I’m not a redhead. Can’t be Scarlet Witch even if I want to unless you got a wig stashed somewhere for me to wear.” “Don’t think I’m a nerd but even I know that before she became Scarlet Witch, she was Wanda Maximoff and she was a brunette just like you,” teased Trish with a wink. “Anyway, what do you think?” She did a little twirl then looked at me over her shoulder, her brows wiggled as a mischievous smile formed on her red lips.

“Generally, I don’t speak as well. In fact, I had never spoken a single word till now. Everyone here used to think that I am mute and deaf. I thought with these disabilities this organization will let me go but my bad luck I got caught by Devil himself and seems like I am stuck here forever. You might wonder who is the devil? Well, the one who owns everything here. I can feel his presence even makes no noise while entering the room.” ‘Fuck. How can I take her from here? With her wish or without her wish, she is the queen of this place.’, Pravi thought and saw the knob of the door getting turned, revealing the devil himself, but he doesn’t look like one. She looked toward Pragati, who turned

ARIA I had an odd and disturbing dream. It was nothing like my terrifying vision of Tyrion and me, but it still left my heart wildly pounding and my body tense. In my dream, I was merely an observer. I saw two little, smiling girls, and somehow I knew that it was Harriet and her sister. Harriet had her brown hair tied in a cute ponytail while her red-haired sister's hair was braided. They both wore similar dark-gray dresses with long sleeves, resembling the long robes the coven witches had. They were running through a flowery meadow. Then, they stopped to spin around among the flowers. At one moment, a butterfly sat on Harriet's finger. Harmony tried to touch it, but the butterfly flew away.

I still tried to stand up, but even though Minnie helped me to stand upright, I still couldn't walk. "Why don't you bring her to the infirmary now," said a girl from behind us. When I turned to look, I saw that girl named Sirita. "And Barrel? Please learn to shut up." She looked tall even though she's not really. She has Bee's aura, the aura of a she-dragon, though she looked more humble and likable. "What? Are you one of Ace's groupies now, Sirita?" he asked, jealousy in his voice.

☆SARAH POV☆ I should beat this parv first he is the one spoiling her she is innocent and believes the thing which she knows we must let her know about the things but this parv keeps on supporting her I know he loves her it doesn't mean to support her even during her fault parv : now are you happy me : what parv : making her upset me : be quite parv we all know how she is if you keep on supporting her even in her mistake

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

What kept me stable. Natalie's party was going to be a blast. The teen was a Potterhead like I've never seen before. She'd showed me pictures of her room on her phone. Everything was done in Hufflepuff's black and yellow. She even had a stuffed toy badger she'd named Puffles.

The children in the line gasps, and the chest snaps open. In the chest on a velvet pillow lies a sharp sapphire, and the Headmistress announces. "A sapphire. Apt for a telekinetic." The witches gathered burst into a cheer and clap loudly as the little girl grins, clutching the sapphire. "She'll get that in the necklace form before she starts class," Leita states. "Her aspect belongs to the paranormal category like Matron Aldar's does." “This all looks very Harry Potter-esque.” I muse. Ophelia hears this and shoots me a dirty look. “Do not speak the name of that book in my presence, I beg you.”