Harry Potter Snake Name Novels & Stories

someone spoke. others are whispering it is the first time they ever saw something like that. "It is not a snake...it has a dragon scale on its tail," the professor said. "I think I know what it is" Walt spoke entering the class. "Why did you enter my class without permission," Harper said annoyed. "it's Garina" Walt said ignoring Harper. "what the hell ....Garina is the most powerful dragon in history ..and you say this small creature looking like a snake is garina?" Harper asked angrily.

I’m unable to scream again, so I pray the Snakes have heard me. ‘Scream like that again, and I’ll snap your neck!’ He hisses. His eyes are dark and have a murderous look in them. He has a tattoo near his eye of a spider. He must be a Spider Back. I tremble in fear, my cheek hurts, and my neck and throat hurt. ‘Zurielle!’ My name is called out. It’s the Snakes; they’re looking for me. They must have heard me scream and noticed the door of the Snake Pit still wide open.

They should be the first official meal they would eat before the great feast that awaits them when they go wild and free in the kingdom! These snakes were not regular snakes. They were called demon snakes because they could teach a high-level wizard a lesson, to the point of sending him 6 feet below. Only a Warlock was above them and a Sorcerer too. The one who captured four of them from the evil forest used them as footstools on routine shifts. Stepping on them like they were really trash, was an insult to their existence.

Because of the snake woman, 24 hours of staying in one place became fantastic because they didn’t feel bored. However, they found out that the snake woman remembered nothing, but they told her she was a giant snake before and transformed into a human because of Demonise’s power. After how many attempts to transform back into her snake form, it was to no avail. “What should we name her?” Kyrios blurted out. “Shocks! We forgot to give her name!” Damona said and thought of a name. “How about Giga?” Demonise said, since she was thinking about it for hours now.

I continued, my gaze turned serious. "Witches love to have a pet with them, the only thing accompanying them in their loneliness. Having a snake is not that surprising," Henrick said to me, confused but confident in what he said. "You are right. We have so many incidents in history where the dark witches had snakes as their pets, but these snakes?" I paused and looked at them with raised brows. I didn't speak immediately; let them remember those snakes. "They.... they weren't normal," Henrick mumbled, and I smiled. I had seen the footage only once, but those snakes had a sharp print in my memory.

“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?”

I said. “But I miss him. He keeps me company,” Harvey said. “You have Sam and me to keep you company now.” “One more person isn’t so bad.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “What would it take for you to go to bed?” Harvey’s eyes lit up. “A pet.” “You have Hino.” “Another pet. A snake. I've gotten a name and the perfect room to keep him.” “Of every animal, you chose a snake?” “Snakes are fun. They slither and small and they curl around you to show how much they love you. It’s perfect.”

The fangs came within an inch of her hand; she looked up to see Willow holding the head of the snake. “A black mamba, very deadly, and if this thing had bitten you, well, just say that you wouldn’t have to worry about any vampires anymore.” Willow put the snake back in the box and sealed it with a spell. The snake wasn’t happy at first, but soon calmed. The second box didn’t hiss and smelled like flowers. When she opened the second box, she gasped and then smiled. Inside was a bouquet of mixed lilies and wild flowers. Tears stung her eyes when she picked up the card. Your eyes melt my heart, touch my soul, and call out for what could be…

my voice broke in half. Adamant, he continued, "Yes, you can. You know when the Sorting Hat placed Neville in Gryffindor?" I nodded weakly, slightly amused at how regular he seemed when dropping Harry Potter reference. "That same fat kid slayed a snake seven years later. You're the Neville, Rashid. You can slay your snake, and you will." "It's slew." I sniffed. "Huh?" "Slew a snake, not slayed." "You're fucking hopeless."

Hilda then hissed again, and then some more. "She is asking if it's really you." Erik translated to Selena. "Yes, Hilda. It is really me. The same Sally that accompanied you and uncle Salazar in some hunts." Selena said while still pumping some magic into the Slytherin's sword in her hand. The basilisk then did the unthinkable for a creature of its fame. It lowered its mouth near the ground and bent its neck in a manner where space between its eyes bumped softly to Selena's body and gave out a short hiss. Selena then smiled at Hilda's behavior and started to pet the giant snake in the space between its eyes.