Harry Potter Snowflakes Novels & Stories

She opened herself to the shadows. She would have seen the possibilities for everyone around her. Harry Potter has it right. Chocolate. – Grams Knuckles opened the door of Nessie’s room. Standing in the hallway, Siobhan handed him a bag of chocolate candy and a cup of hot cocoa. “According to Grams, Harry Potter has more things right than the paranormal shows. When she’s feeling better, she needs to call Grams or Moira.” “Okay. She was so cold. She’s in the tub right now.” He said taking the items from her.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. The snow fell in large, soft flakes in a silence that felt vast and grand. We walked side by side beneath the streetlights, the thick snow crunching underfoot. "Are you cold?" Amelia asked me. "No." I shook my head. Inside, my heart was warm. Suddenly, Amelia stopped and turned to face me. "Charlie," she said seriously, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you." I looked at her. Snowflakes fell on her hair, eyelashes, and shoulders. Her eyes sparkled, like they were filled with starlight.

Looking at 'Snow', my only companion lying on the sofa, I whispered, "I'm coming, baby; I have to see what he wants today." ​I adjusted my dress and hurried downstairs. These Quebec nights are bone-chillingly cold, but inside me, heat flowed like lava. As I pushed the heavy door of the large apartment building and stepped onto the pavement, a white blanket of snowfall had covered the streets. The crunching sound of ice breaking under my thin heels created a strange sense of panic. ​The dark tint of the limousine window slid down slowly. Lucas's grey eyes looked as sharp as swords even in the dark. He didn't say a word; he just opened the rear seat door with one hand.

she said, and retreating footsteps were heard. Snow slid to the ground, her back resting against the cool door, burying her head in her thighs. “I don’t want to be a monster. Please take it away. If eventually I’m going to turn into something else, something unrecognizable...” Snow thought inwardly, but then she heard a voice chuckle in her head. “You should be happy. We have such gifts,” Fleur added, and Snow’s eyes slightly popped open. “What did you say?” “This is a curse, not any gift…”

“Yeah, let’s do that. I have a bit of an idea, but I’m not certain of it-” “Alpha, none of us are certain about anything at the moment, in this situation,” the Headmistress interjects. “What does your mind tell you?” “He said she’s near but far, unreal, but real,” I say. The witches cast heat spells on the ground, successfully melting off the snow. As the mounds of snow melt, the dark, grass-less ground comes into the view. “What it...what if there’s something on the ground? Some sort of door hidden under the snow?” I wonder.

Wait… bonds with an S? As the weight of her presence faded, a single snowflake appeared in front of me. It had a different shape from the one in the temple. But it also had it’s own glow. The snowflake floated towards me and went into my mouth, down to my lungs. I felt the sharp edge of the cold snowflake, and then it dissipated, energizing my body like a cold winter’s embrace. The feeling faded, and suddenly, I was back. The cold night air slammed into me as I coughed violently, choking on water. My body trembled, the pebbly shore pressing against my back.

“That’s impossible… This can’t be hers… There are plenty of hearing aids in the world. This can’t be hers. She’s still waiting for me at home for us to have dinner together. I… I’m going to stop talking to you now… Starling is still waiting for me at home… I have to go have dinner with her.” Then, as if he was possessed, Zach shoved the police away and stumbled back home. “Starling is just mad. Yes. She has always been that way. When she’s mad, she hides from me. That’s okay. She’ll come out after hiding for a while.” Zach even bought a large bouquet of sunflowers while on his way back. Those were my favorite flowers. He seemed to have become calm once more. Then, he shouted to the empty hou

I raised my hand once more, taking hold of Freya's cool fingertips. "Do you know? In Snowland, there are breathtaking ice flowers that bloom when the enchanting Aurora Borealis graces the sky, symbolizing holy and everlasting love. When I first saw that flower, I thought, 'I must bring you here to witness it with your own eyes; you'll surely love it.' If not for the accident, I believe I would have taken you there long ago. But now, it's not too late..." Freya's body stiffened as she fixedly gazed at me.

They kept wanting to smell Holly’s flowers and asked her a million questions as to where she got them, who sent them, what she was going to do with them, and if there were bees inside of them. Holly took it all in stride. She loved being a teacher and this was part of it. It took a while, but she managed to settle them at their desks and to look over their writing assignments. It was easy to get them to work on making paper snowflakes. She handed out paper and scissors and let the kids follow their imaginations. The snowflakes were a cleverly disguised learning opportunity. They’d already talked about the science of freezing water, but cutting the flakes let Holly introduce some geometry and

I told myself this was tactically interesting and nothing else. By day seven I had stopped telling myself that. On day eight Ruby brought oats with strawberries arranged on top with a care that was its own form of hostility, and stood watching me from the doorway while I considered the tray with the expression of someone who was genuinely sorry to cause inconvenience. "I'm so sorry," I said warmly. "Strawberries give me hives. And the oats look like they've been waiting a while. I don't want to trouble you with something I won't be able to eat."