Harry Potter Slytherin Traits Novels & Stories

"Prince Theron is pure dominant Lycan blood. The Lycan royal bloodline has been that way for generations. He's said to have gotten his beast even before he hit his teens." She went on excitedly, listing everything she'd read. His academic excellence. Unmatched combat skills. Control, speed, raw power. And of course, his supposedly divine temperament. My ears rang with every word. Irritation crawled slowly up my spine. "He's an..." she started again. "Overly sensitive, arrogant, classist baboon," I blurted out before I could stop myself. The table fell silent. Everyone turned to stare. Meghan blinked. Sarah froze. Even Mirabelle looked stunned.

Toy cars littered the front path in a rough circle around an overturned milk crate. A rust-stained bedsheet hung diagonally across the walkway, tied between a tree and the fence like a makeshift barricade. Beneath it crouched a small boy with a plastic ice-cream container jammed over his head like a helmet. He pointed a wooden stick at my chest. “Are you a Slytherin?” he asked, speaking through a heavy lisp. “Sorry?” “You can only come in if you’re from Gryffindor.” Freckles dusted his nose like toasted crumbs.

It was all I could do to maintain a straight face because the image of Sloan with his tiny feathered wings and halo was so completely ridiculous and grotesquely funny. Sloan? A winged saint? The man who had practically coined the term malevolent? The man who had just whipped me and then attempted to trick me into admitting my jealousy? My shoulders trembled with repressed laughter but I was able to control it to cough. Sophia went on in a solemn tone unaware of my inner conflict. “Victor has devoted every ounce of his life to The Order. He is unrelenting, unwilling to compromise. Ivy, he has lost all human characteristics because of…somethings. Only loyalty as well as effectiveness. Everythi

Later that day, when I'm all alone in my room, I start to think. Harry isn't fit to be an alpha. He's cruel, merciless, and unfeeling. He only does things for his own benefit. He doesn't care who he hurts or how he hurts them. He's a terrible person, and he is so unremorseful concerning his actions. He needs to pay for all the things he has done and will continue to do. But I don't know how.

He has always tried to avoid anything that could cause trouble unlike me who love violence, I thought with a smile. Henry is a loving, caring, cheerful, and friendly guy. He is Sanguine by nature and that is seemingly why most of the members of the pack love him. I believe that he is the most loved member of my family. As for me, I have always been a Choleric. I don't have time for silly small talks or making friends. I am ambitious and love to be in a position of authority and that is why I can't wait to be the Alpha of the pack.

I blink at him, is he a Harry Potter fan too? “Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Are you a fan?” I ask squinting my eyes at him. He chuckles “I am but don’t tell my father or Jax, I’ll never hear the end of it.” “Your secrets safe with me. Let me guess Hufflepuff and Gryffindor?” I say looking at his facial features. Strong cheek bones, sharp jaw line, ocean blue eyes, some faint freckles smattered across his nose and cheeks, eyebrow piercing and black hair with a fade around the edges, wavy curls on top. He really is very handsome.

Erik let go of the blade, the students and staff watched as the sword was dropping to the ground, but as suddenly as it appeared, it disappeared in thin air before hitting the ground. "And fourth, we have Slytherin. Salazar had one male heir, that he disowned just years after he finished his magic education, and quoting the man, himself, 'the little bastard is a power hungry bigot of a disappointment', and so, is his last will, he reaffirmed the disown of his son, and left all his possessions to his goddaughter, Susan Sally Ravenclaw, his only true heir. Any other that claims that is a liar." That seemed to agitate some older students from Slytherins. One of them even yelled.

Sylvia asked, raising a brow at him. "There are no other women quite like her. What occurred made me more drawn to her. She's not someone who would allow herself to be played with. She would fight back with ten times the tenacity and unleash holy hell into her enemies. It's excellent because I don't want Cinderellas and Snow Whites. She's the little red riding hood and the wolf combined. Beautiful yet cunning." "Oh, brother. You are enchanted. I should inform you that pain and sorrow always accompany love and regret is oftentimes its final destination. But she is right though." Sylvia warned, directing her brother with a worried glance.

said Lycus Lewis with a dreamy gaze. "What happened after that? Didn't you become a legendary high sorcerer who was admired throughout the kingdoms and empires in Magica? Didn't you get what you wanted after slaying the dragons? Strength, power, glory, prosperity?" Draco asked sarcastically with a face of disgust and hatred. “I admit that I made mistakes in the past. I was nicknamed the genius young sorcerer of those days. My ambition was so big that I made a huge mistake in the past," said Lycus Lewis showing remorse.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.