Harry Potter Rab Note Novels & Stories

I come across Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone and cheerfully snatch it up. "This is what you're reading next," I say, waving it at him before setting it on the armrest of his side of the couch. "Do I have a say in the matter?" he asks, sounding like he's teasing me. "No," I say, giving him a teasing smile before returning to my boxes on the kitchen table. I'm admiring the shiny new headphones I just opened when I notice Ryan standing across the table from me. I look up to see him holding a rifle. It's not the one I usually see him carrying around. It's a little smaller and looks lighter. He moves the empty boxes and packaging aside and sets it on the table in front of me. I look from i

Nate led Cloud and Ryde on each hand as we went deeper into the city. The Kingdom of Hazel was unlike Vertez, Sanver, nor Thalia. It looked like something straight out of a Harry Potter world. The city buzzed with busy people wearing something that resembles robes. Stoned floors lined with shops that sell different colors of bottles with strange liquid in them. A bunch of herbs and weeds hanging from the stall. Carriages with wooden wheels drawn by horses passed by. Shouts echoed from left to right as sellers bargained with their customers. As we passed by one of the shops I saw a sign saying: NEWTS EYE. FRESHLY PLUCKED.

Ding, ding, ding, we pull away to see Silvia standing on the stage. “Can the birthday girl please come to the stage.” Silvia says and I feel Octavia stiffen in my hold, she knows what’s coming. We walk up to the stage and our dads come through the side door attached to the stage, holing her cake; a Harry Potter themed three tier cake, the bottom layer is Green (Slytherin), dark chocolate devils’ cake, the middle layer is Blue (Ravenclaw), milk chocolate mud cake and the top layer is the Marauders map, with a silver wolf howling on the top, it’s a white chocolate and raspberry centre sponge cake. There is black frosted roses and other HP symbols positioned around it.

Anything" Abel was trying to slide down from his mom's embrace, Eva saw this and put him down, I kneen down so I can have the same height as little Abel. "Anything you want" "Will you read for me then?" Abel asked while looking at me with that puppy eyes, how can I say no? "Of course, I will, but what you want me to read?" I asked while patting his head. "HARRY POTTER" Oh, look like we have another Potterhead in the family.

He bit his lip at the note sticking under the bowl of soup. 'Get well soon, Puckett! I got you some holy books and herbal tea to speed up your recovery. Oh, and do sip it carefully.' Arlen lifted the food and the teapot off the tray after feeling a hallowed spot in the wood. He found an opening in his search- a thin pamphlet hidden neatly. "Holy book, huh?" It had the cover of a rabbit sitting on a patch of grass. The omega thought nothing of it and opened the first page.

“And we have magical reinforcements, many of which will be on their way here shortly. Witches with skills in healing and warding. They will help secure this location.” “That’s good. Look,” Rohan ran his hand through his hair. “We found two… zombies,” he didn’t like using the word. “Wandering around the houses. These ones were more… like people. We secured them. You said that you have a cure?” “Me,” Harry said with a smile. “I believe I am the cure.” “Thank you, Harry,” Talen said with a slight nod of his head. “The vampire blood of my line is a cure for this disease, and Harry is one of my children.”

"How about a decent movie this time?" "Harry Potter?" I ask. His whole face lights up. "I can kiss you right now." He chooses Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, which happens to be both our favorites, and we lean back and watch. I'm really absorbed in the beginning—how could someone ever get bored during a Harry Potter movie?—but then my eyes start to droop. I guess the past day and a half have been a little too exciting for me. Before I know it. I'm out cold.

“You did. But I’m not mad, if that’s what you’re afraid of.” “I wasn’t even aware,” she mumbled behind her hands. “I just remember feeling hot, heart racing, and then… blackout. I’m so embarrassed.” Harry leaned back, a faint smile playing on his lips now. “If it helps… you were adorable. Like a kitten high on catnip.” “Oh my God, don’t compare me to a kitten,” Arabella groaned, her cheeks flaming. “I don’t even know why I acted that crazy.” “Grandpa’s potion is unpredictable,” Harry said, grabbing his coffee. “And you just drank it like it was tea.”

The hug was short and brief but it gave Akira the strength she needed to push just a little bit further. They walked around till Orion paused at the fantasy section of the library, the children's section to be precise. “Eureka!” He exclaimed. Akira chuckled at his childlike expression, “what are we doing here?” “Does this look familiar?” He asked. She looked closely at the book and smiled, “Harry Potter?” She asked in surprise. “Yes my darling, I believe that there's a creature in this book that might have a hand in Mirabel's petrification.” Akira scoffed, “I doubt the basilisk would want to have anything to do with her.”

Lyra Sable sent a note the next morning. No name on the outside. Just a folded piece of paper slipped under the dormitory room door before I was fully awake. Three words written in clean, precise handwriting. Courtyard. After breakfast. I read it twice. Folded it. Put it in my pocket. Ronan was watching me from his bed. "Her?" he said. "Yes." He was quiet for a moment. "Do you want me there?" "No," I said. "That's not how this works."