Harry Potter Sirius Snape Novels & Stories

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

Hana said with a smile to Claura. Seeing that Hana was fine calmed Claura's beating heart. Claura squeezed Hana's hand and said slowly, "Sirrius is always in the top 5 of the strongest people on the ZAC rankings. He possesses extremely demonic magic; you know about illusions?" And without waiting for Hana to answer, Claura said. "Sirrius is the master of illusion magic. Anyone who falls into his daze becomes naïve and out of control. From there, he always won with ease. The nickname that never once failed was the name people gave him, a sloppy and cold man with a half-destroyed face," "Has he ever challenged anyone?" Hana asked.

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.

The person that just got to my back was looking at me and made a weird face before holding my hand. The person behind me later changed his mind and switched with the person behind him also. After switching that, the person I later found to be behind me was Captain Snape. I was so happy and desperate to listen to his life being a black Pirate. Sir, Captain Snape. How does it feel being a black Pirate Captain. Because I used to think something like white supremacy or something. I asked him

“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?”

Third Person Sirius’ butler was restless as they headed to the jail. The truth was, in his six years of service to his master, this was the first time something like this had happened to him. Sirius would get mad at him once they arrived, and he was with two of his cousins. What Sirius hated the most was asking for help from anyone, especially from the people he knew.

We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the path we choose to act on. That's who we really are. ~Sirius Black, Order of the phoenix •• Marwan was tired, like fall-down-on-the-bed-and-never-wake-up-till-the-next-week kinda tired.

He says in her ear, with his typical arrogant smirk on his face. And it's truly, not the threat itself that makes Astrid agree, but that sparkle of excitement in his eyes that makes her believe he wants her to say no. "Fine." She looks away, as her face gets red. "But I don't want to talk to him." "He's not allowed to address a member of my harem first, so if you don't initiate, he won't either." Sirius, The Lord of the South. One of the bastards that thinks it's okay to drag people out of their homes, murder their families and send them as "gifts" like they are some objects you can play with.

His graying eyes and pitch-black raven hair stood out along with his tall and large physique. "Name it," Hades said, prepared for the young prince of death to ask for one of the powerful stones he possessed. "Memories," Sirius smirked at them. "I'm bloody tired and bored in coming here. I need something to entertain me." "Which memories," Hades asked. "The two of them," Sirius said. "Will you return them after?" Athena asked. "I might or I might not. Who knows." Sirius lazily combed his hair which annoyed Ayeesha and Hyun.