Harry Potter Pegasus Novels & Stories

We didn't go to peddocks like the last time, this time we were making our way towards the front of the stable. My eyes immediately fell on Ginger, her chestnut coat shining in the sunlight as she stood quietly near the stable entrance. Next to her was a sleek white horse that seemed familiar. “That’s Pegasus, right?” I asked Harry, recalling the name he had mentioned when I saw the horse. Harry nodded, patting the horse on the neck with a fond smile. “Yep, my faithful friend here is Pegasus. Right, baby?” Pegasus didn't react, he kept eating the grass and keeping to himself.

But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real. "Wait, so there are actually people with magical powers?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around this new information. "Yes, and it's not just limited to humans. There are also fantastic creatures like dragons, unicorns, and even talking paintings," She replied, her eyes sparkling with wonder. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like a world full of endless possibilities and adventure. "And the best part is, Harry Potter, the famous wizard, goes to Hogwarts too. He's the chosen one, destined to defeat the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort," Renee continued, her voice filled with excitement.

it was also then I realized that orange fog around his was no longer there…. As per grandmother book, disappearing of orange colored fog is sign of breaking of spell of Jaruda… I have Astral vision… because of which I can see things which are hidden to normal eyes…. thinking of this I hurriedly extended my hand above Draco shoulder and pointed my finger at petro from and said “DRACO…. LOOK THERE….. PETRO…. HIS ORANGE FOGG HAD DISAPPEARED…” My sudden word got full attention of Draco and angry Dragon of Terra…. they both looked amazed to see Petro standing….

Draco snapped incredulously. "Draco ... I ..." "If you want to revive the dragon again, first return The Heart of Magic to my body, then revive my father!" shouted Draco angrily. Lycus Lewis fell silent and swallowed hard. "I don't have it with me," replied Lycus Lewis. "What do you say?" Draco asked incredulously. "I don't have The Heart of Magic with me," replied Lycus Lewis, looking at Draco guiltily. "Impossible! I see it in Jergintarth's memory! You are holding the scepter with a golden dragon heart at the base!” Draco pointed out angrily.

I ignored her. "Dra...gon?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Dragon?" I gasped in realization. Of all the people I know back in the Magical world, Sage is the only one that could control a dragon. He had gone deep into the forbidden black magic to be entrusted with the power to control dragons. I looked up and saw another maid run in. The lady kept looking backwards as she run in. I watched her bump into a couch. "Careful." I half yelled but it was too late. She had fallen down but her fall didn't stop her. She shifted backwards continuously as she stared at the door.

If only I could bring a few back with me just to feed the pet Pegasus at our neighbors' house. As I looked down at the last table, I saw an entire roasted pig. I slapped my hand over my mouth from screaming. The head was still on it, turning on a table and the demon beside it smiling with his fangs sticking out. I turned my whole body, holding my plate of honeysuckles with extra honey. Now seeing I was face to face with Queen Parisa. She was the same size as me! So far, everyone was so much taller, but we almost matched! I giggled at that.

A/n: Lemme say that witches and wizards look super young than they actually are. Beware. Pegasus sat on her throne, anticipating the witch and the great granddaughter. She had her hand under her cheek, patiently waiting as she couldn’t stop smiling. She was seeing her predecessor in flesh and blood for the first time.

“The time.” So, the time stops. Held following the will of the holder, and right at the exact moment when Haruna whispers the word. Feathers that are as big as the Philippine Eagle, white as pure as snow, and the scent that is calming and warm like a morning breeze embraces and falls right from the pentagram in front of them. “She’s here.” “And so, he is.” Magnificent, elegant, and sophisticated, the mythical form of god Ophiuchus, the Zodiac god of the destined ‘she’ and the name that was given to the Pegasus that both of them knew by heart and across the different worlds and books didn’t change a bit.

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

What just happened? I frown as I stare after her as I wonder why she just acted that way. What did I say wrong? I look back to Maverick to find him glaring at me. His hair has started to turn white and I know that this means that he is close to shifting. Every Pegasus with dark hair turns white when they shift. If their hair is light in color then they shift into a black one. My dragon pushes forward at the blatant disrespect before I can stop him.