Harry Potter Story Book Novels & Stories

"That's quite original isn't it?" Harry barely gave me a glance from his position two chairs away, his demeanour souring by the minute. "You know, wolves don't huff and puff, " I continue ignoring his silent treatment. "I've met a few, I don't think they'd take too kindly to hearing their reputation as rather regal animals reduced to sulking cats. " Harry rolled his eyes. "It's called story telling. Would you rather reading a book about ripping flesh to an three year old?" " I'll rather the truth any day, " I state, skipping another page, yet bored. I hated it when Aiden left me alone. It's always taxing to deal with the expectations of humans, knowing I dislike them ever so much. "They will

I wanted to do things that could somehow bring her back to life but half of me knows that no matter what I do, I guess I’m not the right Prince to give her a kiss that’ll make her wake up like Aurora the Sleeping Beauty. The ship was rumbling and shaking and people are panicking, running everywhere. Miss Mata tried to calm the crowd and asked the fairies for some help to gather all our people inside the bubbles. There was a wild vibration on the floor and so I begged Miss Mata and Rasmiah to keep Scarlett inside a bubble too. Then I asked fairy Rasmiah if she can do a magic that would give me an armor and thank goodness she does have the magic I was imagining.

No wonder the headmaster said there has been no student under this house. Then he came to the realization that it wasn’t even mentioned the name of his house and what the sigil represents, unlike the other houses. It seems like the answer to his questions would be in this big dome of a library. But thinking about the volume of books in the room, he felt a big problem. “How in the world should I find the information I am looking for when there could be a million types of books here?” he screamed in frustration. “SHHH, you don’t have to shout, considering that this is your first day, I will let it pass” Earth heard someone speak.

“I thought it might be a good place to write the spells and everything down? You can use a spell to hide them so that only those you allow to see it can see the spells.” Willow takes the book curiously. It already looks old but in more of a cool, antique way than a dusty attic way. Maybe this will help? Since that day she unlocked everything her mind has been overwhelmed with the amount of information she’s been told: spells, magic, potions, and everything else at that. Maybe writing them down will free her mind slightly?

The vampires were arriving a week earlier than expected and the preparations still weren’t completed. I suddenly remembered the story of “The Wizard of Oz”. It was one of my favorites. My mother read it to me regularly and, when I was old enough I read it on my own, I did so over and over again. I loved the way Dorothy was able to click her heels and return to the safety of her home. How I longed to be Dorothy just then.

So there must be more than one layer then… Ugh… it hurts my brain just trying to dissect it all. Nevertheless, the main primary target still remains ensuring that Harper passes the maid selection competition. That much I know of. Just then, Harper notices my silence, and stares at me with a questioning gaze. But I confidently smirk instead. Tossing her the booklet of magic spells that I had obtained from the old wizard. I watch her expression shift into excitement. She shimmies closer to the book with an adorable amount of joy. Clearly happy about what I’ve given her. She flicks through the pages, admiring the different spells, before shutting it and pressing it closely to her chest and than

I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide. “You’ve actually seen Harry fucking Potter?!” “I’ve read it. I have kids and grandkids. I need to know the things they know. Besides, even though the author was a dumbass, it’s a pretty cool story.” Cyrus nodded, “it is, right?” He winked at me. “But don’t fucking worry. I’ll die first, so I’ll let you know what it’s like.” “Don’t make jokes about that!” April said, slapping Cyrus’ arm, who pretended to be more hurt than he actually was.

She was slowly becoming agitated as Harry kept on staring at her and waiting for a reply. "That was a long time ago, Harry, how would you expect me to remember?" Harry raised an eyebrow, staring at her suspiciously. If there was one thing he was certain about, his little girl would never ever forget her favorite book. She talked about it a lot and it seems she read the book more than fifty times. Harry remembewred the fact that she used to explain the book to him, hook line and synced. "Well, it's Throne of glass..." He replied , still looking her up suspiciously.

“So what about magical creatures are we learning about today?” She grins at me before dropping a heavy book down in front of me, “History of magic creatures!” I put my face in my hands and groan, Drago chuckles from where he’s found a comfortable spot to watch us, a book in his hand. I raise my eyebrow at him, “Harry Potter?” He gives me a sheepish smile, “Don’t spoil it, I’m only on the Prisoner of Askaban.” I laugh and turn back to Serena. “Alright we’re here so let's begin.”

She was slowly becoming agitated as Harry kept on staring at her and waiting for a reply. "That was a long time ago, Harry, how would you expect me to remember?" Harry raised an eyebrow, staring at her suspiciously. If there was one thing he was certain about, his little girl would never ever forget her favorite book. She talked about it a lot and it seems she read the book more than fifty times. Harry remembewred the fact that she used to explain the book to him, hook line and synched. "Well, it's Throne of glass..." He replied, still looking her up suspiciously.