Novelas y relatos de Harry Potter Snowflakes

Maia lowered her gaze, watching as the snowflakes in her palm melted into water. "She said that day when she held you, it happened to be snowing. It was the first snowfall of winter. She hoped you would remain as pure as that day when you first saw snow. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned." Maia gradually tightened her grip, and the snowflakes that had turned into water completely disappeared from her palm. It was just like the Errol from before... gone forever.

Think of something else’ So demanding. Pearl? Hyacinth? Oakley? Iris? ‘I’m pretty sure I’m not a fairy and I did not emerge from the sea’ I rolled my eyes, clearly unamused, she’s the definition of ‘sassy’. ‘What about ‘Snow?’’ ‘I guess that makes much more sense than the horrible ones you’ve been mentioning’ I rolled my eyes again, Snowflake and Snow are not much apart and her she is, telling me I’ve been giving her horrible names… like she would die if I actually called her one of those names.

However, the truth was, my name had been cleared. I took care of everything and sold the old house, ready to leave it all behind. Hank sent word he wanted to meet, but I did not want to see him. Outside, the snowmen stood like silent guests waiting for a wedding that would never happen. Nancy, with hands purple from the cold, drew a smile on a snowman's face. She smiled at me, just a little. She looked the same as always, but she seemed really tired. When I opened the door, she ran right into my arms.

The next morning was the gala and I woke up to find Emma already gone from bed, probably dealing with last minute details. I found her in the ballroom with Helen and Maya, all three of them looking stressed. "What's wrong?" I asked. "The florist called," Helen said. "Their delivery truck broke down and they can't get the arrangements here until this afternoon." "How late this afternoon?" I asked. "Four PM at the earliest," Helen said. "The gala starts at seven." "That's cutting it close," I said. "It gets worse," Maya added. "The photographer just cancelled. Something about a family emergency."

She thinks I'm a good person? She's the only person I know who has told me I'm a good person. People call me Draco in the underworld, and most people associate it with the devil, dragon, demon, etc. But my fiery kitten thinks I'm a good person. Would she have the same view about me if she knew and saw what I was capable of? I know I'm not a psychopath who just kills people without thinking, but I've taken down some people because the world would be a better place without them, so I guess I did something good.

I could see him getting anxious and restless in anticipation. "You sure you want it?" I asked, my voice coming out deadly and sharper, laced with Snow's tone. He shook his head greedily. "Yes Aurora yes! Give it to me already!" His voice boomed. "Then take it!" And I let all the energy flow out of my hand straight at his chest. He welcomed it with his arms stretched out and started absorbing it, not knowing what I was actually doing. His figure started to glow with the white light as his feet lifted off the ground slowly. He laughed in victory, enjoying it.

"Once upon a time, in the middle of winter, the snowflakes were falling like feathers from the sky. At a castle window framed in ebony sat a young Queen working at her embroidery, and as she was stitching away and gazing at the snowflakes now and then, she picked her finger and three little drops of blood fell down upon the snow.

My breath hung in the frosty air as I laid eyes on Crinka, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions. Crinka lay there, sprawled out on the ground, the snowflakes gently blanketing her like a protective shroud. Her once-vibrant red hair cascaded around her head, its fiery hue contrasting beautifully against the pristine white of the snow. Her eyes were closed, their long lashes resting peacefully on her cheeks, shielding her dreams from the world.

Each end of the snowflake has white diamonds too that glows brightly when in contact with light. Her eyes however are staring deeply into her sleeping husband. Her lips tremble at the thought of him getting hurt. She became clueless. She didn’t know what to do. Then, when a few rain drops flew to her cheek, she slowly wipes them away and notice the droplets turns into ice at her touch. An idea flickers in her head. She gulped as much air she can and turn back to Adam.

Clusters of glistening snowflakes adorned the tables, serving as dazzling centerpieces that caught the light and sent shimmering reflections dancing across the room. The tables were elegantly dressed in white and silver, with accents of blue and pale pink, evoking the essence of a serene winter day. As I looked around, I noticed students in their finest attire, like characters from a fairytale come to life. The girls' dresses shimmered like freshly fallen snow, each one as unique as a snowflake, while the guys looked dapper in their suits, like charming princes in a winter kingdom. In the distance, soft music played, creating a melodious backdrop to the enchanting scene.