Harry Potter Slytherin Jumper Novels & Stories

Adrastus and April will change your view of the entire dragon realm. Finally, if you're secretly a Harry Potter fanatic, Ravenclaw Academy: Quinley's reign will have you addicted in no time, watch out though-this is not a young children series as it ties in with my Hellraiser trilogy and has dark themes as an introduction to Hell comes in the form of a young demon who arrives at the Academy.

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.

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

Thane replied as he jumped the last few steps to the next landing. My brow wrinkled. "Why? What's up their butts that we don't know about?" Thane didn't answer, just vaulted down another landing. I looked up at Harry. "What do you think is happening?" He smiled as he jumped from stair to stair like a kid jumping in rain puddles. He shrugged. "I don't know, but I'm certainly keen to find out." He hopped down three steps at a time. His smile of joy was huge as he looked up at me. "Jumping is much more fun. You should try it." He began hopping like a fucking kangaroo.

Drake says, trying to keep a straight face. “My son showed me the movies, and what can I say, I’m hooked. I even took the Quiz on Potter and it turns out I’m a Slytherin. Who would have thunk it?” Grace replies. “That explains so much.” Lydia mumbled under her breath, “If you loved the movies, you should read the books. They’re amazing, and they left out one of my favorite characters, Peeves. And I just feel like they didn’t portray Ginny very well in the movies. Like not only is she beautiful, but she’s also extremely smart, and an incredible dueler. She had a crush on Harry when they first met at the train station, and she’s been in love with him since he rescued her from the Basilisks, bu

She’d edged her way to the empty desk next to him, and slid into the seat, eyes lowered, and her books clutched almost defensively against her chest. She wore an oversized, ugly school jumper, sleeves rolled back, and the fade on her uniform skirt clearly identified it as having gone through the second hand shop several times. She was rounded in the way of a perfectly ripe piece of fruit, all soft curves. He’d guarantee she had the sort of arse under that hideous skirt that would shake as he slapped it, and into which he could dig his fingers as he f-ked her.

The children in the line gasps, and the chest snaps open. In the chest on a velvet pillow lies a sharp sapphire, and the Headmistress announces. "A sapphire. Apt for a telekinetic." The witches gathered burst into a cheer and clap loudly as the little girl grins, clutching the sapphire. "She'll get that in the necklace form before she starts class," Leita states. "Her aspect belongs to the paranormal category like Matron Aldar's does." “This all looks very Harry Potter-esque.” I muse. Ophelia hears this and shoots me a dirty look. “Do not speak the name of that book in my presence, I beg you.”

One of them even yelled. "You are the liar!" "Really? What reasons do I have to lie to any of you? Susan , dear, if you please." Erik answered the accusation and invited Susan up to his side. Susan stood at Erik's right side and with a smile directed to the old student, moved her right arm diagonally, mirroring the action that Erik had early realized. And when she closed her hand in a grabbing motion, the sword that appeared was not Gryffindor's one, but it was similar. Slowly she pointed the sword to the old student, but changed its grip, dropping the sword perpendicularly to the ground, and showing its details to the students. Similarly, it was an equally finely crafted silvery long sword.

But, just for now… “I’m okay.” I dropped my eyes, tracing the swirls of the wood grain, the half-empty white china cup to the side of Harper’s pointed elbow. I wove through the faded olive fabric of his jumper, and my gut twisted as I recognised it. It was one he hadn’t worn in years: the material was fraying, and he’d sewn it up, over and over, until it was composed more of stitches than the original jumper. I’d bought it for him early in our relationship – in fact, it might have been the first present I’d given him – and he’d worn it so often that he’d been teased for being like a cartoon character with only one outfit by the other students on his course.

Claire shrugged, “You may have forgotten, but I spent half my life in London, and that film is everyone's favorite there. My friends often force me to sneak out of the dorm just to watch it at the cinema.” "Oh my God, I can't believe you did it." Nancy tried on the jumper without taking off her nightgown. "I like it, Claire! Thank You!" Claire smiled and nodded her head. "I also made a jumper for my parents, but I guess I'll save them." She stared at the two sweets she had almost finished. “J&J?” Nancy looked at her in disbelief, "I think you are also obsessed with Harry Potter even though you often mock me that the wizarding world sounds ridiculous and unreasonable," Nancy narrowed her eyes