Harry Potter Pygmy Novels & Stories

Peter interjected, even more confused. "I don't seek vengeance for family feuds, but that bastard attacked my friend. When I went to retaliate, I discovered he was a lunatic, so I used all my strength to cripple him," Harry explained. "Is your friend alright?" Peter's question made me reassess my perception of his ruthlessness. "She's fine. A skilled healer with a strong foundation in magic," Harry said, referring to Lisa. "What else is in your circle other than werewolf, vampire and magician? Monsters?" Peter, the only human present, was at a loss for words.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

*pop* With a low 'pop', a small humanoid creature with rugged leathery skin and pointy long ears appeared at the right of Susan's chair. Said creature was no taller than a meter, and used a white sheet as a toga to dress. The toga had a Hogwarts shield embroidered in the height of the small humanoid creature chest, where the heart would be. "Did Missy Susan call Dimpy? What can Dimpy do to Missy?"

While Jin rummaged through the goods, Eden walked back and forth across the room, scouring the room for anything new and glancing at the skin in anticipation of the breathing heaving skin. "Are you sure it is already dead?" The black hair retreated towards the mint-haired boy. Jin gave the boy piercing eyes as if to say are-you-crazy: "Had you seen anything that has been removed with only a skin like this alive?" Eden mumbled under his breath: “Who knows? It is a magical creature!" The owner of Swag Items didn't reply. He understood this younger brother's fear of the whole world: "Your stuff." And threw on the table a gray box containing (almost) the entire fortune of the apprentice wizard b

A bear’s pelt, a crocodile’s skin, and coconut tree’s woven leaves—a peculiar hut lived by an equally eccentric witch and her son. A ten-year-old Merlin was skipping his small feet towards their hut. His mum was waiting for him after he spent most of his afternoon nap time at the coven’s cemetery near their home. Though covered with mud and grime, Merlin’s twinkling flaming red eyes glittered with a ring of silver around his iris were beaming with happiness. In his arms was a small wolf cub, its black and white tails wagged as its eyes were unfocused.

[*Polyjuice is a potion that appears in Harry Potter Movie, allows the drinker to assume the form of someone else] Dylan flinched. “How do you know the name?” "What?" “That prince called this potion as Polyjuice. But how...?” "Really? Well, I thought I heard him mumbling... about this before. I... don't know." I argued. I can't tell Dylan that the author of this damn novel is plagiarizing the name of a famous potion from a movie, can I? "Don't you need the hair of the person you want to imitate?" “How do you know that too?”

asked the voice of a chuckle. A young sorcerer in his twenties with burgundy hair appeared holding a magic wand. His hair was down shoulder length, a little messy. His eyes were amber-gold, and his body was slender, tall. His androgynous face was sweet. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether this sorcerer was a pretty boy or a tomboyish woman. He smiled confidently and exuded a superior aura. He was wearing a white robe with a golden thread pattern. In his hand was a long magic wand that touched the ground. At the end of his wand stuck Draco's golden dragon heart. The Heart of Magic.

Harry wasn’t exactly human. When they got serious, Harry revealed his secret to Mom. Somehow, he didn’t pick up on the fact Mom sucks eggs at keeping secrets. Not even five minutes passed before she told me. Luckily for Harry, I can keep secrets. You see, Harry’s a werewolf. I know what you’re thinking — run, this guy is totally crazy! That’s exactly what I told Mom, so she convinced Harry to do the change into a wolf thing in front of me.

Kilran’s words melted my heart with the sudden love I felt for this tiny creature. “Oh! Thank you, Minerva,” I took the toy from her and she offered me a shy toothy smile. Looking down I observed the toy was a witch with a long hat, riding a broomstick. The connection made me smile even more but surprised me too. She didn't have a wolf you but a witch one. “Would you like to play with me?” I asked and she watched me with her intelligent eyes. “Can I hold her?” I expectantly inquired from Kilran.

"She's safer where ever she is than here at the moment" **** I watch Harry from my perch against my balcony, laughing and talking with the other humans. Acting passionate about what he was doing, the facade almost fool proof. But I knew that wasn't the old Harry. Whoever has was, was here for a reason, that shadow in the snow was no ordinary person. The egnima glances upwards able to sense my gaze and he waves as confident as ever that he was still able to puzzle me. "How did you manage to get out of the maze at the