Harry Potter Susan Bones Novels & Stories

"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and the Deathly Hallows * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy I unlocked the door and hold it open so the girls could get in. After having lunch and getting desserts with the girls, I felt bad for leaving Nat alone at home so we had cut our Christmas shopping short and gone home afterward.

A target. Sabine appeared in the doorway like a shadow, robes trailing, eyes bright with urgency. “You need to see this,” she whispered, holding a fragment of crystal that pulsed faintly. “The Bone Seer has begun to unravel the borders of time. Past and future are twisting together. Your visions will grow dangerous… and your enemies are already inside your mind.”

Dylan interrupts in an offended tone, but I don't pay him mind as I continue speaking. "Sandra is the mother of the pack, and she's literally always on the clock. And Bubbles has fashion hands. Show him, Bubs.” I turn to her, and she flashes her palms and finger tips to Harry, showing him how mangled they are from working with needles and pins all day. "We need a break. I emphasise the need. Harry stares at me warily, like he's trying to uncover something else from my pleading expression. Since he doesn't find what he's so desperately looking for. He lets out a sigh and opens up his mouth to speak.

They scared people by having their skulls roll under the benches and then screamed loudly. Six students, along with the professor, fled from the lecture hall until the owners of those skeletons controlled them, by threatening them with potions that caused osteoporosis. “That potion is nothing but just a heavy concentration of alcohol and tobacco,” Vish said. “I keep it to keep my skeleton in control or he would join the others in no time.” “No wonder the bones are so scared of it,” I said. “And now you know why we are so behind in our anatomy lectures,” Vish said.

Suzan was gone. But the witch wasn’t finished with us yet.

Every room looked untouched; not only had nothing been added, but nothing had been taken either. I checked each room thoroughly, shocked to find nothing amiss. There weren't even any strange smells. Jane and Monica used their phones to take photos and videos, but they didn't spot anything problematic either. This was strange! There was clearly something wrong with the basement, so why was everything fine now? I couldn't believe it. "Honey, you've seen for yourself now, haven't you? Well, what do you say?" Zane said gleefully. "You owe me an apology."

she informed them. They quickly nodded, giving her a go-ahead. Sabine reached up to one of her cabinets, pulled out a large hefty book, and dumped it on the kitchen counter, then shuffled in her apron and pulled out a string of dry bones. Bernice peered at the bones, observing it oddly. She could not place what creature the bones were gotten from, human or beast. Nevertheless, all she was interested in was what it could do.

In fact, Raider had a faint intuition that the symbols were placed here to seal or preserve this skeleton. It was strangely beautiful. Every single bone was pure white, unsullied by time. There wasn't even a speck of dust on it. What should've been an eerie sight actually gave a holy feeling, like the skeleton of a God. The light emitted by the skeleton was faint and soft but strangely hurt Raider's eyes when he looked directly at it. Even the blinding light from the magical symbols didn't have this effect. It was as if no one was qualified to look at this skeleton.

“The Lockhart’s are one of the wealthiest families in Britain. Are she and Jade g-” “Yumm that looks delicious!” I interrupt her just in time, as we come into view of a small wooden stand, where Miss Turner, my math teacher, is stirring a large black cauldron with a silver ladle. She’s dressed as Snow White, her black hair held back by a bright red bow which perfectly matches the frames of her round Harry Potterish glasses. Even though I hate math with the passion of a million burning suns, I can’t help but like Miss Turner and her sweet, awkward math-nerd humor.

“Admit it, you peed a little!” “I’m bigger and taller than them, can they really take me down?” Lucas asked, smiling as soon as he saw her smile. He just wanted that smile. “Sus, okay. Fine, fine, I believe you mister Macho.” she beamed at him. “You are tall but they’re different! They’re not scared of cockroaches when they fly.” she teased before wrapping her arms around his wait, looking up at him. “Even your boss is scared of them.”