Harry Potter Rab Note Novels & Stories

It shimmered in the moonlight, a celestial blend of silver and blue, like crushed stars. "What is that?" "Ground wolf bone. Moonflower petals. And a drop of my own blood." He extended his hand towards me. "Breathe it in. But be cautious. The vision it imparts will reveal your true self. And truth is not always easily perceived." Hesitantly, I leaned forward and inhaled. The world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of color.

Notice: Hi. This is the author of “Down the Rabbit Hole”. This is a short notice that everything in this story is purely fictional. All characters, settings, and pieces of information are purely all from the creator’s mind. Others, that you may find similar to what you have seen, you have read, all of those are purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any matter without prior notice or permission of the copyright owner. It’s a world of fantasy to be in, and a world where we can runaway, so hold on, Mi Estrellas.

Erik could confirm that the sum of a hundred and fifty years of galleons robbed by the Board of Governors was a very big number. Erik folded the letter back with a mental command and put it back inside the original envelope, leaving it to the side. He saw that Mitsy had already delivered the newspaper of the day and could read the headline of the first page in big and bold letters that read 'LORD OF HOGWARTS IS BACK!'. Erik had a small smile on his face after reading it, but let it be to read it after the last letter.

“Maybe we can find something to feed the humans, and we should…” Harry strolled around the side of the shed, carrying several rabbits by their hind legs in one hand, negligently, whilst sucking on another. “Dinner,” they announced, dropping the rabbits onto the ground. “They might be a little dry,” they grinned revealing bloody teeth. “But they’ll fill the humans up. For the rest of you, there’s a big warren over there. Go hunt your evening meal whilst I peel and gut these.” “Do you know how?” Heath wondered.

Alyssa called shaking him continuously. "Oh Jupiter poso, where is him am ready to hop on him," The rabbit said rotating his arms continuously. "Berk!" Alyssa called more like a whisper. "Huh!" The rabbit squealed after realizing himself. Alyssa touches the book and immediately it's colour became brighter and it glimmered like a burning lamp, with confidence she opened the pages and the sightseeing was frightening pictures of the past beast and burnt witches and so many more. "Oh my Gosh!" Alyssa exclaimed after seeing all the things on a particular page.

He scratched his head as he answered, "Not really. But I'm working on it." "Oh, really?" I lifted one brow, looking at him in disbelief. "Which book are you reading now?" I couldn't help but wonder if he was reading the right book. He held the books in one hand as he used his other hand to reach behind. In one quick motion, he pulled a book that he has been hiding in his back and showed it to me. "This one." It was Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban. No wonder he hasn't figured out the curse yet. "Why didn't you start with the first book?"

She was driven out of her thoughts when she felt a tug on her dress. She looked down and saw 6-year-old Joana looking up at her with her two big Heterochromia eyes of the shades green and blue. “Your dress is dirty,” Joana stated, touching the torn part of Rebecca’s dress. Rebecca squatted and took Joanna’s little body into an embrace, pecking her cheeks. “Yea, I fell in a puddle.” Just that statement left a bad taste in her mouth. It brought back the thoughts of earlier events.

Dawn remarked when she wandered into the room one day after class to see the first Harry Potter book in the brunette’s hands. “Hadn’t had time to finish it”, Lena said. She set her book aside and picked up Goblet of Fire “I’ve marked the page you were on”, she told Dawn as she held it out to her. The teen smiled, took the book from Lena and relaxed onto her bed to start reading. Lena picked up where she left off in the novel. ~0~

Conrad says after a minute of catching her breath. Sabrina is already by the bookshelves, plucking one off the shelf and sitting herself onto the floor. "Harry Potter? Good choice. Let me know if you need anything," Conrad smiles weakly, walking towards her kitchen unit. She pulls her little handgun out of the cutlery drawer, returning to the chair that faces the door. She sits down in it, her eyes glued to the door. Nobody is getting past her.

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.