Harry Potter Ukrainian Ironbelly Novels & Stories

I stared at the approaching forces with a beating heart. The Iron Hounds were no joke. Legend said they were wolves who had been modified by the council, they were part beast, part dark alchemy, and entirely devoid of mercy. "Decisions, decisions," Bella muttered, appearing behind us with a crossbow that looked suspiciously heavy for a doctor. "Do we go with the ex who has the personality of a damp rag, or stay with the brooding psychopath who currently has a purple jaw? It’s like a romantic comedy, but with more beheadings."

Kael’s jaw tightened. Harry chuckled low, stepping closer to me. “Good, tell them, own it. You are not their doll to control. You are fire, and fire cannot be caged.” Headmistress Morwen slammed her staff against the floor, magic crackling in the air. “Enough!” she roared. “Aria Blackwell, you are hereby—” “Try it,” Harry cut in, his tone soft but deadly. The air in the hall froze. Even Headmistress Morwen stood still,her eyes narrowed at him.

Stefan Malfoy. "You're just one pathetic soul, you know that right, Lucinda?? Huh??" I cursed as I held her throat firmly. "You think that impostor, that weakling would come to save you??" I scoffed as I laughed really hard, looking at her eyes filled with tears.

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

Harry thought. Harry felt a sharp pain, after realizing the whole truth. He turned to face Arthur with his hard glare. "My words remain the same! I will never change them! This slut of a woman, would never get to see her son again. And you who claim to be her baby's daddy, I would advise you don't even make an attempt to get the kid away from me otherwise I will kill you and feed your flesh to the ravens." Harry said with his eyes directly at Arthur, who only looked for a few seconds and eventually moved his eyes away from him. Harry's look was so impossible to behold. Harrh looked like a beast that would cause havoc on earth.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

"In books I have travelled,not only to other worlds, but into my own " I abruptly slammed the brakes . Samuel got up with a start from the backseat and Scar continued with her rhyme "Jingle bells, umbridge smells, losers go away. Draco's hot Voldemorts not, Hogwarts all the way hey!!" Sam and me turned our heads towards scar simultaneously. We looked at her for a while , she stopped singing and Sam was the first to break the silence

“Johnny get your wrinkly self over here, your stupid bell is not working again!” Icahbod frowed. “Is a woman bearing the name Johnny in this century?” “No, why would you ask that?” “You said we were coming to meet a woman.” “Oh yea, he is the one who will bring her to us, she is his daughter but you have to see the father first.” “Oh, ok.” Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter.

he says while nibbling on the side of my neck. “Oh, nothing, babe. Keep up what you were just doing now.” I moaned out. “Keep going. Oh god,” I moaned again when he was going towards my breast, then he ripped my shirt right off of my body. “Damn, I am so glad that was not the t-shirt of my favorite band, but my Hogwarts shirt. “I'll buy you another fucking Harry Potter shirt, ok, and I need you not to move,” He says. “Do you understand what the safe word is?” he asked.

It was like the man in front of me had changed bodies in mere two seconds of time. Before I could answer, a booming voice rang behind me, “Hope..?” And without turning back, I recognized the voice that had been haunting my memories for more than a decade. I turned back on my slippers to see a heavy, big man with beard hiding half of his face and a black bandana holding the curly locks on his head. His mouth was curved up in a smile so big that I could see each one of his teeth. He looked like Hagrid from the Harry Potter movies, accept for the bandana and the body without any fat.