Harry Potter Title Novels & Stories

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

And with a conceited smile, she also handed it over for Anne to discover. "T-This—" Anne was totally stunned at what she just saw as she uncovered it, and found out it was a large jar containing rare magic crystals. "It could be valuable to you, but it's nothing to me. I don't understand why that old hag gave me this though," Zelda admitted.

I ask, good thinking Freya you're getting better at this, he looks at me taking the baby sitting on the bed. "Anthony Richards, I don't actually have a middle name," he explains, well at least I know his name now and did it in a very clever way if I do say so myself "do you have a middle name?" He asks I freeze but eventually shake my head, I did actually have one it was Marie, but I wasn't about to tell him that. He puts the bottle in Amelia's mouth where she actually starts to drink it, he must have had some experience with children.

The real Bella. I immediately recognized that familiar looking book. I saw it among Bella's book collection when I first came into this world. It stood out due to its large size. But I had never opened it before. The title of that book was 'The Darkest Art.' I mean, even the title was suspicious. So what do you expect me to do? Call me silly, but I learned from 'Harry Potter' not to open any suspicious looking book. Who knows what's inside? Considering Bella's character, it could be housing the soul of a random dark lord for all I know. So, of course I didn't want to take the risk.

Henry nodded. Kou was confused and asked, "Hey, what's wrong with you two, are you even talking? What are you, some kind of mind reader? Are you two psyhopaths?" "Psychics! It's psychic!" Henry corrected Kou protested, "That's what I said. Physics! Even Megumi doesn't know what you're saying!" "Hey, Physics' a subject." "It's not the same?" Henry shakes his head and said, "No." Yui ignored us and continued walking... Kou asked persistently, "Henry's a what? Megumi?"

"She was just too obsessed with Harry Potter. Wouldn't shut up about it." I gaped at him. "I love Harry Potter." Wes stared at me with wide eyes, amusement flickering through them. "As one does but there's eight movies. For God's sake, imagine sitting through a full summary of each movie." I narrowed my eyes. "I would totally give you eight-movies worth of summaries. Personally, the fifth and sixth movies are my favourite but the Goblet of Fire has a special place in my heart. Robert Pattinson and all."

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.

Two months went by and we were also a week away from Matt's 18th birthday. The man loves to read, so I decided to buy him the complete series of Harry Potter. He loves the books more than the movies. He couldn't afford the whole series, so this is the perfect gift. And also, the wand. He is a Potter head. I saw him walking to his locker, I ran towards him and jumped on his back. "There she is." He chuckled. "You're almost eighteen." I said while hugging him. He's older than us for a few months.

Regrets started to drown me in. Ty laughed and I quickly focused my attention back on him. "So that is why he has been searching for Harry Potter books! You turned him into a Harry Potter lover." "A Potterhead!" I gave her a disapproving look. Muggles, smh. "Yeah, whatever you call it." He rolled his eyes, clearly did not care, and I shot daggers at him.

The scent of cold air followed him in—wet leaves, parchment, and something metallic, like ancient wards still humming on his coat. “I wouldn’t worry,” he added as he crossed the room, brushing a curl of hair back from his temple and setting the jonarnal down beside his desk. “Most students go for the obvious titles. ‘Hexes for Highborns,’ ‘Bloodcraft in the Courtroom,’ ‘The Tyrant’s Mirror.’ You, however…” He glanced back at the shelf, then at me. “That’s an old one.” I swallowed, my voice still caught somewhere behind apology. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”