Harry Potter Passages Novels & Stories

Without hesitation, I hook my arm through his and step toward the portal, feeling a chill run down my spine as I pass through to the other side. The moment I step into my spell casting hall, a wave of warmth floods over me. It’s as though my entire being has been submerged in a restorative bath. My powers return fully, humming through my veins like a melody long forgotten. The hall is just as I left it, though a faint hint of disorder betrays the passage of time. The books on the towering shelves, the meticulously organized potions on the workbenches, and the magical stone altar at the center—all of it seems to beckon me back to life.

His eyes were slightly above her head was were locked in a gaze with Anthony, who stared back unafraid. Yeah, I couldn’t take this anymore. Things were getting too dicey for comfort. “Okay, let’s get this packing started,” I blurted out, breaking the eye contact between Mr. Wright and Anthony before the room spontaneously combusted. “We still have to meet Bridget to get the rest of my things from there.” Emily hurried into my room and squealed. “Oh my god! You have Harry Potter!” I smiled nervously, grabbed Anthony and pulled him away from Mr. Wright. Well, I knew one thing: Mr. Wright wasn’t totally cool with Anthony. I guess that was one thing that hadn’t changed drastically. I could live

It felt heavy in my hands, the weight of it somehow more than just physical. I flipped it open, the pages rough beneath my fingertips. The text was handwritten, the ink slightly faded but legible. Symbols, diagrams, and strange words filled the pages, their meanings just out of reach. I skimmed through the book, my gaze falling on a spell that seemed simple enough - a basic levitation spell.

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains mature content and sexual scenes. Please read at your own risk. Author's POV Morgan held both of Alexa's hands above her head and continued to kiss her with wild passion, pushing his tongue into her mouth and tasting every nook and cranny, sucking and nibbling on her sweet lips that tasted like aged fine wine that he was getting drunk in.

“Mrs—Mrs Gold! I-I'm sorry—I was… I was looking for you to ask something…!” Abby frantically tried to explain herself, but Harriet looked very displeased at her presence and snapped at her in a low, terrifying voice. "Insolent. Who are you to enter someone's room without permission? Get out of here and never set foot in this house again." Harriet was very surprised when she opened her eyes. Slowly her vision, which had been pitch black, showed a dim picture of her room. But she was even more surprised when she saw a black silhouette reaching toward the wooden box that contained the Philosopher's Stone.

She was slowly becoming agitated as Harry kept on staring at her and waiting for a reply. "That was a long time ago, Harry, how would you expect me to remember?" Harry raised an eyebrow, staring at her suspiciously. If there was one thing he was certain about, his little girl would never ever forget her favorite book. She talked about it a lot and it seems she read the book more than fifty times. Harry remembewred the fact that she used to explain the book to him, hook line and synched. "Well, it's Throne of glass..." He replied, still looking her up suspiciously.

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.

Not a while she joined him when she sounded so stupid now. "We still have to watch your stupid harry potter and all the those useless crap pointers." he said later while Daeira was woken up from being mesmerized by how good he looked in a happy face. ***

A possibility that could lead me to my freedom. I stood up, dusted my clothes, and walked towards the shelves, flinching every time my head throbbed. My eyes squinted at the endless rows of glass bottles, all filled with liquid; potions of various colors and consistency. Whoever this wizard is, his collection of potions are very impressive. Some of the bottles were clearly labeled, love potion, flying potion, summoning potion, super strength potion while others had scribbles that were barely legible.

I start to walk around the house calling his name but I couldn't find him, this house was massive I've probably only been through half of it. I reach a door which I've never actually stepped foot in before, I debate whether to walk through or knock first but the doorbell ringing for a third time proved these people weren't going away. I slowly open the door calling his name but no answer, the room was dark but eventually I reach a dark staircase.