Harry Potter Snatchers Novels & Stories

Dolly didn't say a word as she looked at her best friend with apprehensive eyes. “Hey, you have to keep calm, okay? Your kids will be found, trust me,” Harry tried to go cooed her as he took a bottle of water from the small table beside the bed and offered it to her. Yet, Scarlet rudely snatched the bottle of water from him and smashed it on the ground. “I want my kids back!” She shrieked at his face and Harry became dumbstruck. Silence seeps into the ward. #A HIDDEN ~ LOCATION#

says Rex. They each grab a boy, untie them from the chairs and just cuff their hands behind their backs before they head to Skorn's throne room. Skorn is sitting on his throne when Rex leads three prisoners in. Each is held by one of his vampires. Skorn is glad to see Hector has joined the ranks with the daily tasks of the castle. “Rex, I wasn’t expecting you so soon. Did the thieves confess?” asks Skorn. “Yes, my Lord, the oldest boy did before I even questioned the others,” says Rex.

Running through the gardens and streets of Havermouth as the sun set with smoke burning his nostrils, around upturned cars, and puddles of blood was like something from a horror movie about an apocalypse. As if reading his thoughts, someone began to scream, and two children bolted out through a hedge into the road in front of Connery and Meguitte. As Meguitte caught hold of the children, Harry vaulted the hedge and the three wolves followed, finding a woman engaged in a desperate battle with a blood-drenched man. Harry seized the man and threw him away from the woman. “Are you alright?” They asked her. “My children!” She cried out, clutching a hand to a wound on her arm.

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

Carwyn Levi focused on looking at Brian in front of him, and coldly said, "Grainne, if you scream again, I won't mind gagging you." Grainne remembers Harry still at the hot pot restaurant, and immediately felt pain in his heart, “Carwyn Levi, I beg you, let me go! Harry is still waiting for me there! I'm begging you!"

He tries to move, but the ropes keep him down. Harry crouches, grabbing him by the collar, and yanks his head up by the hair. Chase winces but doesn’t make a sound. “Last chance,” Harry says coldly, looking at me, the knife glinting just inches from Chase’s throat. “Tell us who you are, or he dies.”

As I laid there waiting for sleep to take me. I was startled as my eyes drifted they landed on a human shaped shadow again by the bathroom door. I tried to roll. Nothing happened. Scared now, I tried to reach my phone. My arms wouldn’t move. My breathing was getting rapid. The only thing that would move is my eyes. Why can’t I move? From the corner of my eye, I saw it. The shadow moved from the doorframe towards me. It was an ambiguous huge male human shape with a hat on its head. Once it reached the bed, it stopped. Less than a foot from me and I couldn’t make out any details. My heart was racing, and my breathing was ragged. Male knuckles traced my jaw from my ear to my chin. The touch w

“Daddy, please help! She’s disturbing me! Daddy! Mummy!” Harry’s cries echoed. Tears streamed down his face, calling my name over and over. My chest tightened painfully, but I forced myself to stay still because I come to him, I can't interfere with the ritual, it might fail. The Pack Witch was trying to help him, she had to. But his screams tore at me, each one like a knife straight to my heart. “Just stop! Can’t you see he’s fine already?” The voice wasn’t mine. Startled, I looked up just in time to see someone step forward and grab Harry, pulling him close.

Kian growls and takes another step forward, but I throw out an arm to block him. “What do you want?” I ask Harry. “Your panties,” he says, a twinkle in his eye. That twinkle tells me he’s absolutely baiting the three large shifters, who he must think are my boyfriends and/or protectors. /> A tidal wave of fury rises up in the air around me as all three feral shifters snarl at the crazy old man and lunge for him.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts as quickly as possible. As the witch attempted to leave, confident in her power and unaware of the traps set in the area, her escape route was suddenly blocked. The ground beneath her feet trembled, and ethereal tendrils snaked up from the earth, entangling her legs and rendering her immobile. She struggled against the magical restraints, but the more she fought, the tighter they became. Soon, the chief of the witch hunters, accompanied by a group of skilled warriors, emerged from the shadows. They encircled the trapped witch, their weapons at the ready. The chief, a seasoned and formidable leader, stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the captive witch.