Harry Potter Petunia Novels & Stories

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

“We'll make sure everyone has a good time...” The stepdaughter did as she was told, stripping down to her cotton panties and lean thighs. Harry loved looking down at their panty clad pussies... seeing the bulge of their lips and the blatant wet spots formed on the material! It was utterly magical. He knew that in a few moments, his cock would be buried, for the first time, inside one of those tempting southern slits... and in this instant, he didn't even care which one came first!

Love is a drug that could be labeled as poison and yet people would still drink it. ...Because somehow we hope that it'll turn out a happy ending for us. Don't we all? I headed my way to school with my hair in low pigtails with my backpack on. I went to my classroom only to see written on the blackboard, " Megumi, you flirt!"and other nonsense written there... I want to call someone for help but who?... I can't disturb Henry and Yui in a day like this... they have a match... I've already taken so much from them.

“The Lockhart’s are one of the wealthiest families in Britain. Are she and Jade g-” “Yumm that looks delicious!” I interrupt her just in time, as we come into view of a small wooden stand, where Miss Turner, my math teacher, is stirring a large black cauldron with a silver ladle. She’s dressed as Snow White, her black hair held back by a bright red bow which perfectly matches the frames of her round Harry Potterish glasses. Even though I hate math with the passion of a million burning suns, I can’t help but like Miss Turner and her sweet, awkward math-nerd humor.

Charlotte pov Harper is a peculiar being . She has a bright personality and I thought it was nauseating but not anymore . She is just a nice person . Her long black hair falls down to her waist which I haven't stopped admiring . She has pretty brown doe eyes with beautiful rosy cheeks. She lifts her long floral dress and gets some cups from the cabinets on top . She isn't as skinny as the normal female werewolves. But she is quite slender. "I am so sorry for ruining your lunch , "she apologizes again . She places a plate on the counter as she talks.

She smiled and dropped the bunny on the floor as it hopped away. It hopped and suddenly came to a standstill, then it turned to face the direction Hazel was standing and began hopping back to her. It stopped right next to her feet, struggling to climb up to her and Kira was watching the whole time. "What did you do to it?" Kira was thrilled. "I just fed it some love potion" Hazel said in triumph. "Wow! All my life, I have thought Azura was the greatest of all witches" Hazel liked the thought of that and swiftly looked up at Kira who was still staring at the bunny struggling to climb up to Hazel.

I change into my comfy pumpkin pjs and furry tanktop while harry gets changed into sweatpants he apparently got with him and I lend him his shirt, but just for tonight with a promise to return it back in the morning . Along with kisses and cuddling. We decide to have a moviethon with popcorn and cold drink. Lots of it. We also order a pizza for dinner. I pop us some popcorns while he sets the movie and get us blankets .We decide on the harry potter series since its long and interesting and also because we have discovered that we're both potterheads.

For eight years, I and my two kid sisters together with my mother suffered hell, my mother had been compelled to look for a cleaning job in a Backery here in Scotswood, Newcastle shortly after my dad passed away, we also moved to a small apartment which my mom could afford the rent. We had been compelled to go into the new apartment one year after the demise of my dad, we were forcefully move out of our apartment. Feeding became a challenge, all my father's investment were claimed by a strange woman who had proven to be the next of kin to my father, she claimed all his investments and properties. My mom told us how that the lady by the name kate was to get married to my dad, but that she was

he finally said, slowly, “you ever paid attention to where Petunia goes during the day?” I frowned. “What?” “Like... does she go out often? Groceries? Gym? Spa? Yoga? Brunch with the girls?” He tilted his head. “You know the names of her friends? Who she talks to? Anyone she keeps close?” My lips parted, but nothing came out. I tried to think. Really think. Petunia liked quiet mornings. She sometimes mentioned going to a café nearby. Occasionally visited her friend ... at least, that’s what she told me. There was a woman named Clara she used to text often. Maybe still did? I didn’t know.

But I must have lost my mind to think it would understand the silent threat. "I want it! I want this unicorn!" "Anya, that's not a unicorn. That's... that's a very huge dog." "But I want it! Daddy said I can take one pet I like; I want to take this one, Ate Anya, please!" Willy grimaced at me. He knew it wasn't a good idea, so I silently asked for his help. "Uh... Anya, dear, that one is not up for adoption yet. This will be your first pet, right? Why don't you look for the other cute ones in this line—"