Harry Potter Ravenclaw Novels & Stories

I end up crossing my arms. Lennox tilts his head, eyeing me up and down. "Blanca wanted me to. She didn't think I belonged in Gryffindor." Apparently, this time he got Ravenclaw. My mom freaked out, and now she's ordering him some Ravenclaw scarves to complement the Gryffindor paraphernalia she bought him years ago. I nod. "Cool." I unbutton one of the buttons on my collar, my bowtie already undone.

“You are a magic user.” “Magic!” Fear surged through me immediately. In the Ravenclaw pack, the only thing worse than an Omega was a magic user. Without thinking, I grabbed him by the arm. “Run, now!” “Run!”

“And headmistress Morwen?” “Headmistress Morwen fears me,” Harry said with a chuckle that wasn’t entirely human. “She should. Once, she tried to bind me to her will. She failed. But she thinks she has another way now.” His eyes moved to me, sharp and knowing. “You.” My skin went cold. “Me?” “Yes.” His tone softened, but words were sharp. “ Raven left you with a fragment of his power when he died,That power is dangerous. Headmistress Morwen craves for it. She’ll tear the academy apart to claim you.”

she asks. “OH! I know that one! That’s the witch kid, right?” Xander asks. “Harry Potter,” Madelyn confirms. “Which house do you think you’d be in?” I ask her as we step off the elevator. “I’d like to say Gryffindor, but probably Huffle Puff. How about you?” “I’m Gryffindor all the way,” I say. “And, I’d bet you’d be a Gryffindor, too. You’re very brave.”

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

"Ah, thanks. By the way, did you discover who the character gambling round with magic changed into?" "I am now no longer too sure. Besides, it isn't even clean if it's far one character or many... And who is aware of what a number of human beings have examined the digest already... Perhaps there are probably multiple closings withinside the faculty. M-Maybe... You can come and assist? Although it is probably a chunk dangerous...... From the pupil council's standpoint... Umm......" Although her tone of voice changed into a chunk haughty, Raven now no longer thoughts and replied.

I hadn’t been sure how no one knew which and then how they got away with the things they do. “What’s that mean?” he asked. “Well, some of the whispers I heard call you the Princes of Ravenwood. It just seems like a bit much,” I explained, pointing my chopstick with sashimi on it at him as I talked. Before I could bring the bite to my mouth, he ate it. “Mhm. Well, that’s just because of our family,” he shrugged. “And that means?” I furrowed my brow, annoyed he took my food. “And stop stealing my food. I’m not trying to feed you,” I grumbled.

His whole being stilled for a minute before turning his head to the right, “Zelda…” Zelda appeared out of thin air and bowed in submission. “Find this lad. I want to know if this is his actual appearance.” He handed the scroll to Zelda. She took it but before she could look at the scroll, Harry spoke. “No need to search… he is at Lord Rovner’s estate.” “Lord Rovner?” Zelda arched a brow. “Duke Cranehorne.” Matthew added, as not many people knew him as Lord Rovner. “Aha… that snob.” Zelda pulled her lips lopsidedly.

He stroked his hand at the side of the frame when it moved slightly, and another piece of paper fell. "Peter Weasley- July 24, 2021." Another name, the same month and day but a different year. Hyde didn't waste any more time and lifted the mirror. And that's when he saw something. "What in the world was she up to?" He murmured as he kept his eyes focused on the photos and notes connected by pieces of yarn as if the victim was investigating something. He moved further from the table and captured everything with his phone including the pieces of paper on the vanity.

“Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?” “Gryffindor.” Dean smiled at him. “They are courageous, chivalrous and determined. Plus, holy shit, the special effects.” JD laughed and hugged her to him. “I didn’t think that Harry was your type of movie. But I guess the special effects make it your type.” “Yeah. Especially the parts that aren’t done completely CGI. I mean even then; you have your place holders. And of course, there’s a forest named after me.”