Harry Potter Pomfrey Novels & Stories

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

"The note read, Dear whoever is reading this, you urgently need to get ahold of the police when you find this note, my name is Freya Edwards I'm being held captive by a man called Anthony Richards. He's allowed me to go shopping with him so this was my only chance to ask someone for help, he's keeping us not far from this shop in a huge house, I can't write much as he'll find out but please again give this to the proper people" Jacob finishes reading the letter which makes tears form in Blake's eyes just to hear the words that Freya wrote, but Jacob wasn't finished "we checked the security footage and found this" he says turning a tv on to show an aisle in a shop.

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

"Hunnie is that you ?!" Called someone to my right, coming from the living room. "Hi, it's me. " I stated nervously, as I held this big pot of water infront of me. It was one of the professors that taught at the academy. She's also in charge of our new ascending teens. Professor Plumith. "Aren't we thirsty?" She laughs eyeing the pot of water I held that was filled to the rim. "Always working on spells, aren't cha?" Her face broke out into a wide and proud smile.

A short boy with a tiny nose, big ears looking like ladles used by the children to pour soup in plates when they ate. This Christoph was a student who never managed to answer even the simplest question asked by his professor. No matter what he was asked, he couldn’t speak, out of timidity, for sure, because in tests or practical checks no one would beat him. Not once did he excel at making the best potions. "How did you manage to get the chameleon colour, Christoph?" asked Professor Harmony at one of the Potions and Elixirs classes. "No student got it so perfect at such a young age."

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

"Got it. Though we had to outsmart some very annoying Pokers to get it." "Pokers?" Nyla raised an eyebrow. "Evil little tree creatures who like to trap people in pits and collect their bones," Dalia said with a shudder. "But we figured it out. Eventually." "What about you two?" Kaida asked. "You both look like you've seen ghosts." "Something like that," I muttered, not ready to talk about what I'd had to do in the Mad Mage's cottage. Maybe I never would be. Then Gretchen and Kai appeared. Gretchen's hair hung heavily with damp strands plastered across her face, and she was wearing what looked like a jacket over her shoulders, shivering slightly.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

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.

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.