Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Uses A Staff Fanfiction

I shout finishing my little rant, he stands there looking at the ground for a second, but before I knew it I'm grabbed and held down against the wall. "I don't like when people talk like that to me doll, it really angers me, I know Tammy kept putting weird stories in your head so much that you're starting to believe them but ,I'm not the bad guy" he starts, looking at me evilly in the eye while I look terrified back at him, I go to speak but he holds his finger to my lips "you don't have to say anything doll, I'm not gonna be here today so ink will be here with you" he explains tucking a piece of hair behind my ear smiling, this guy is literally insane! He sends me one more smile before turn

You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make till the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the gods above Can separate the two of us I hummed softly along and he looked over at me. "Big fan,huh?" "No, just one of them." I pulled over into the parking lot. "Who's this unlucky guy?" "One, he's not unlucky. Two, it's Harry." We walked towards my locker. "Harry Styles?" "No," I rolled my eyes at him. "Harry Potter." "Haha, really funny." He said as I slammed my locker shut. I turned on my heels and coffee spilled on my shirt. Way to start Friday morning. "Watch the hell where you're going." The voice barked.

If I were to decide, I don't want to speak anymore. But I have to ride on his trip. "Right... how about we shower him?" I asked. "Great!" "Oh, may I use the controller?" I asked again, trying to provoke him. He just smiled. "Of course, you can! Why not?" he said. I smiled creepily. His trust in me is so satisfying. It feels like Harry wanted to build his own "POU"-like game. He's infiltrating the animal world. What the fuck just happened to his mind?

“You don’t know what you have done, you fools!” “Sure,” Tony replied to Meguitte, ignoring the prisoners. “Won’t be long.” “How is Harry?” She asked him, and he paused, catching hold of the doorframe. He shrugged, a muscle twisting in the corner of his jaw. “Still feeding the corpse blood, as if they think it will do something,” he said grimly. “There’s no sign of change, though Harry swears the hand-wound is looking better. Won’t let us look though. Won’t let anyone beyond the doorway, not even the ancients who come to donate. Harry will drink from them, and then feed the corpse themselves.”

“I need my bag in the truck, and my staff.” Mishka blinked at me. I felt the Hellhound shift uncomfortably at the mention of my staff. Let’s just say that a wizard’s staff is his most versatile and deadly tool. A wizard walking around with his staff is like rolling down the street with a tank. It’s intimidating, dangerous, and a blatant affront to everyone around. “If it comes back,” I said turning to the Hellhound. “I want all the protection I can get. I don’t want to end that fight in the same position as her,” I told him.

' I screamed and gritted my teeth. "You won't be able to use your powers. Not with silver and wolfsbane in your system. You know, for someone who has heightened senses and an intelligent mind, you sure are stupid and slow to not see this coming. You're too easy." He laughed wickedly at the end. Tears formed in my eyes and I grunted in pain when I moved. I looked up at him. "Why??" I whispered with a weak voice as my vision started to blur. "Wh-why are y-you doing th-this. Harry? Why are you with Dylan? He's a traitor and a bastard!"

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

“I’m not touching that. I’ll get tetanus or something.” Harry glanced over at me with a flat, unimpressed look. “And you think I’m going to touch it?” I tried to stare him down. “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who wanted to be the hero. So go ahead and be the hero, Harry. Open it. Don’t let me stand in your way.” Harry looked at the knob, then at me, then back at the knob, and the devil grinned. I expected something stupid like ‘open sesame’ or ‘alohomora’. But nope, he had to be dumb but piss me off at the same time as well.

Her smile faded instantly and the shock replaced it. Good. She realized I wasn't that push over sister she knew. Then, I turned and walked away before she could respond. Harry POV I kept my head down as I walked back toward the staff quarters. The house felt different today, the air was different. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I answered without checking the ID. “Hello?” “Harry.” My blood went cold as the voice came in. “Yes… sir?” I said. “You’re getting sloppy,” the voice said calmly, too calmly. “Letting Charlotte get too close. I hate carelessness.”

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.