Harry Potter White Novels & Stories

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

I scan the counter for a brush to try to tame my locks as the bathroom door opens in walking Anthony, I pull the towel slightly further up as he looks me up and down. "I wondered where you went off too, I see Amelia's awake" he smiles walking passed me and over to a smiling Amelia as I continue to look for a hairbrush "I'll go out in a bit to buy you some stuff as I know you left it all behind when we moved, but here you can borrow mine" he smiles reaching into the cupboard pulling a black hairbrush out, why didn't I look in the cupboard? That would have been the logical thing to do.

I told him and he grew a little tense as he saw some worry etched on my face. "What is wrong?" He asked in worry. "I have a past. A past that follows me. You know since I'm the white wolf, some people know about the gift that I possess." And with that I explained to him everything; how they wanted my gift and that they could have it only if they killed me.

Erik looked at her and replied. "Dark magic? No, no. It couldn't be more far than dark magic. If I was to classify it by your terms, I would say it was white magic. As white as it can get. A white magic shield. The boy just weaponized the shield, just that. But I can't say more without examining Mr. Potter."

There were witches everywhere, using their magic killing wolves. I watched in horror as a wolf was blown to pieces by a witch. “Helga, over here quick!” Someone said yelling at me. Was I? No way, it’s just a dream I thought. I ran over to the tall handsome man, he was in his 20s, with short dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He was white with a 5 o clock shadow forming on his soft looking face. “We have to leave now Helga, the witches are to strong. Please I can’t lose you.”

At the center of herself. And Rea let go. Her eyes flared open. A pure, blinding light surged through her body, like a star exploding—not to destroy, but to remind the world what true power is. Her white hair now glowed. Beneath her skin, points of light pulsed like a thousand tiny stars, and on her arms, fine silver symbols appeared—not drawn with ink, but written in light. The demon horde was barely twenty meters away. Screaming. Charging. Rea closed her eyes.

"Remember what I said." … Greenhill's air always tasted like fresh tea. I was holding a basket as my hand brushed across the dew-covered tea leaves. Mary was waving at me from a distance. "I saved a basket of today's Darjeeling for you!" I smiled back. "Coming!" I moved deeper into the fields. This was my life now—simple, honest, free of masks. But then the serenity was disturbed by hurried footsteps. I turned around, and what I saw made me drop my basket. The leaves scattered.

“And we have magical reinforcements, many of which will be on their way here shortly. Witches with skills in healing and warding. They will help secure this location.” “That’s good. Look,” Rohan ran his hand through his hair. “We found two… zombies,” he didn’t like using the word. “Wandering around the houses. These ones were more… like people. We secured them. You said that you have a cure?” “Me,” Harry said with a smile. “I believe I am the cure.” “Thank you, Harry,” Talen said with a slight nod of his head. “The vampire blood of my line is a cure for this disease, and Harry is one of my children.”

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.

She snickered, checking him out. “I sure am.” Kriss smirked, checking her out as well. “Alright. So what do you have?” She offered, straightening her back. “Money is of no value. Why not this? Whoever loses does one thing the other one says.” Kriss asked, bringing a silence at their table. Kriss knew his power, all of them combined could never kill him. He was the White Death, the most feared wizard alive. “Haha, Boy, Ya out of yer mind?” She slurred her words, shaking her to sober up.