Harry Potter Snowflakes Novels & Stories

The hug was short and brief but it gave Akira the strength she needed to push just a little bit further. They walked around till Orion paused at the fantasy section of the library, the children's section to be precise. “Eureka!” He exclaimed. Akira chuckled at his childlike expression, “what are we doing here?” “Does this look familiar?” He asked. She looked closely at the book and smiled, “Harry Potter?” She asked in surprise. “Yes my darling, I believe that there's a creature in this book that might have a hand in Mirabel's petrification.” Akira scoffed, “I doubt the basilisk would want to have anything to do with her.”

Snow turned red in embarrassment. "I am not a toy you little___" Valerina quickly clasped his mouth. "He is just a baby, Snow..." She scolded. "Arthur, he is not a toy... He is Snow, Augustus' pet..." She explained him. "Okay!" He shrugged and opened his palms. "See magic!" Their eyes widened when he opened his little fists and there were multiple seeds in hands. "How did you do this?" Valerina asked shocked. "Magic!" He giggled.

It is hard to chew it as I try my best to smile innocently at Sky who sighs and pokes my full cheeks, commenting that I look like a chipmunk. “Option one from about two hundred and fifty years ago, the Harry Potter Series.” Lia chimes in, motioning the pile of seven movie sitting on the edge of the coffee table. I laugh, watching as Lia begins to take the first movie – Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone. I movie full of magic and a revolution at the end. Seems fitting to what I am dealing with right now. “What the other option?” Sky asks, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pressing a kiss on my forehead.

‘He is a fast learner isn't he well then ’ she thought of how she would exploit this trait of his. “ Before we get ahead of ourselves. I have to tell you something, to lift the pernicious on your mother, we need to find the heart of a snow dragon. A special plant that blooms under the full moon and a toad that lives in the swamp” Lucifer articulated, gaining Rogue's attention.

The texture of his scales leaves indents in my skin, and his breath forces his crib cage to go up and down. Draco flies near the Ghost but it is too late. The spell is starting to run out. I reach my hand out and grab the luna lily from Rosemary. I manage to take it, but the spell that froze her has stopped and she is now after me in her full angered spirit.

Then I put on a frightened expression, and hugged Merri to whisper; "Merri, we'll start now." I collect magic particles that air freely to form ice flakes. It looks like snow if you see it with the naked eye in the sun. But thankfully the night was with us so that no one felt awkward when there was snow around. Then I control the snowflakes surrounding the monster repel machine. And from Dylan's information, I could tell that what kept the monsters away was the chemical that produced the smoke. Then I covered the mouth of the machine that was emitting smoke with a lump of ice.

“Ungreatful?” The word landed like an arrow finding its mark. Hidi froze mid-sip. Her throat worked to swallow what suddenly tasted like ash. She reached for a biscuit, needing something to do besides acknowledge how perfectly Belinda had named it. The biscuit crunched between her teeth, butter and sugar dissolving on her tongue, but she barely tasted it. Snowflakes knocked against the window with soft insistence, like ghosts asking entry. It was getting darker—the day dying young as winter days did. She couldn't help glancing at the door, wishing a certain blue-eyed prince would come bursting through. His handsome smile bright. Apology ready.

Snowflakes falling from the sky should be light and weightless, but they shot down like bullets from the sky. The agents stationed outside the pub inadvertently summoned their inner strength to act as a shield against the falling snowflakes. Many of those houses in the town were crushed by the snowflakes. “This isn’t right!” Dillon said at once. “These snowflakes are not the product of nature. All of them contain a massive amount of energy. The God’s Tomb is most likely going to open now!”

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

"Give me back my cream puffs! Margot, get out of the way! Don’t you dare run, Dominic!" Amidst the laughter and playful chaos, snowflakes began to fall again from the sky, covering the ground with a blanket of sparkling white.