Harry Potter Snowflakes Novels & Stories

Lacey tells him, before she turns around once more to check on the children. Sunny is staring out the window in delight, seemingly mesmerized by the fat flakes of falling snow. Jack is playing his hand held gaming console once more, but he too keeps casting furtive glances out his window at the snow. Both children love the snow. Sunny finds it magical, how fluffy it looks and how it sparkles in the light. Jack just likes throwing snowballs at people and piling the fresh powder up to make forts or snowmen.

he replied, “a rare flower that blooms only in the North Pole.” “Is it magical?” she asked reaching out to delicately touch the smooth surface of the bloom. “Honestly, I’m not sure,” Corey admitted. “Though I wouldn’t be too surprised. It was a gift from the Snow Queen.” “The Snow Queen?” Serendipity asked, turning to face him. “Like in the book by Hans Christian Anderson?” Corey leaned against the counter next to her, a consternated look upon his handsome face. “I’m not sure of that either,” he replied. “I’m not familiar with that story.”

Hayley seemed to love Christmas, unlike someone else in the room. As if on cue, snowflakes began to drift down from the sky, tiny white fluffy balls that looked like cotton. Hayley's lips tilted up into a wide grin, and she started to giggle with excitement. "Miss Kathleen, look! Snowflakes! They look so pretty!" I watched her with a warm smile on my face. And couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and joy, about how innocent Hayley was since her joy was now limited to the wonder of the falling snow.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

*Winter* The car murmured as it glided over the snow-covered roads, a muted contrast to the vibrant chaos of my emotions. I stared out the window, the landscape blurring into a surreal painting of white and muted colors. The snowflakes danced like tiny fairies, swirling and twirling in an intricate ballet around the windshield. I wondered fleetingly if I was still dreaming, my mind teetering on the edge between reality and something far more magical. Each flake was a whisper from a world I felt I had only just glimpsed—the very essence of mystery wrapped in crisp cold.

My legs were twisted, crushed under the weight of the snow. Shawn collapsed as he finally saw my corpse. The tool clattered to the ground. He stared blankly at my corpse as he shook his head vehemently.

Snow. Vanessa lifted her fingers toward the top of the glass ceiling. A gust of chilly wind blew through the room and settled in the air. A sheet of soft sparkling snowflakes began to fall around them. They quickly became larger and larger until each flake was the size of a silver dollar. The snowflakes coated Vanessa’s silver hair and lashes. She smiled and stuck out her tongue to catch a few. The snowfall became heavier and began to blanket the floor around them. Turning to Nick, she saw layer after layer of snowflakes landing in his jet-black hair. The contrast was striking, though his lycan body heat quickly melted any bits of ice he came into contact with. He shook his head, shedding of

My favorites were the snowflake ones. I headed for the door to leave, adjusting my hat and rewrapping my scarf around my neck and halfway up my face, when someone entered the shop. I stepped aside to let him pass and was impressed with what looked like a tall per- son and a nice coat, but I didn't look up at him. My eyes were focused on what lay beyond the open door of the shop. Snowflakes. It was snowing on Christmas Eve in London! "It's snowing?" I muttered in amazement.

I have never trusted December. People say that sounds dramatic, but those people never watched their parents’ house burn down on Christmas Eve while the rest of the town kept singing carols like nothing happened. So yes,every time snow falls, my skin crawls. And tonight, on December 1st, Hallowpine is drowning in it. Snowflakes tumble from the sky like they’re drunk on holiday spirit, sticking to my eyelashes as I lock up my bakery. Sugar & Sin,the name sounds cute until you realize the only sugar inside is the kind I dump into coffee to survive this town.

The flakes giggled and then burst apart, reforming in a larger cluster that fluttered upward like tiny icy butterflies. Everyone froze. Lucian pointed at them in horror. “Make it stop.” “You act like this is new for me,” I said, offended. “It is new for all of us,” Marek muttered. A pup ran through the center of the foyer, laughing as the enchanted snowflakes flurried around him like a personal snowstorm. “Aveline, look. They like me.” The snowflakes swirled happily around his head. “They like everyone,” I said. “They are friendly.”