Harry Potter Woods Novels & Stories

The moon had barely sunk beneath the horizon when Derek stood at the edge of the forest, the air damp with fog and tension. The witch's map burned softly in his hand, the ink glowing like veins of molten gold as it shifted and twitched, revealing the route through the Darkwood. This wasn’t any ordinary forest. The trees here didn’t whisper like normal woods—they growled, creaked with malice, and breathed like something alive.

Unexpectedly, Harry smiled coldly after he heard this and apathetically commented, “Haha! Is that so? The young man from the Woods family is impressively strong and made a good kill! Seems like he exacted vengeance on my behalf!” The corners of Matthew’s mouth twitched for a moment before he remarked, “Master Harry, what happened in the past should be forgotten. Aren’t you interested in this stone ball? I mean, we should keep the goodies within the family!” Harry raised his eyebrows and asked slowly, “Keep the goodies within the family? What do you mean by that?”

She told everyone that Kira had to make up imaginary friends while she was in the woods just so she could cope with the loneliness. She had managed to convince every one with this story, except of course for Kira. She has been almost twelve years old when her mum had left her in-front of the church that night. The memory was so clear that it hurt, but mother had promised her that it was for the best, and even now in as much as it was different being here, she was sure now that her mother had been right all those years ago. And for that she missed her even more .

I climbed into the car, settling Harry on the seat beside me and handing him my phone to keep him occupied. As the car started moving, I glanced over at him. He wasn’t playing games like most kids his age would. Instead, he was staring intently at an image of a brown werewolf, reading the text beneath it. He was researching. Again. I sighed softly. Why couldn’t he just enjoy himself like the others? Play a silly game, laugh, have fun. But no, Harry always seemed weighed down, too preoccupied with trying to understand who he was. The car slowed to a stop in front of a massive, incomplete building. The skeleton of the structure towered above us, its beams and scaffolding stark against the sky.

The dark skin girl’s face darkened even more, but only for a moment, as Professor Smart placed a beautiful wand in her right hand. “You can keep it until you manage to make one as good. Just don't start crying because I saw thousands of girls crying and I’m fed up with it.” The girl started to smile, but not because the professor asked, but because she got a wonderful wand: reddish because of the cherry wood it was made of, with green aura surrounding both the wand and the girl's hand, from the jade stone which was on top. Lionel Squisshy got close to Elizabeth's wand again and as if he saw it for the first time, and exclaimed again, to Prince Dragoesti’s indignation:

“Let us begin. Just take it easy Uncles.” There were a couple of yelps of surprise but the process had started and within minutes there were three teams. Mike Watson found himself inside the yard with Brian. Brian grinned at him and patted his shoulder. “Is everyone all right?” Luke asked the pale boys. “What was that?” one of the boys asked carefully. “Have you seen the Harry Potter movies?” Luke replied quickly. “Yeah?” “The sorting hat? That’s what just happened.” Luke said and grinned. The boys were confused but then Brian and James started bringing out the whippers and leaf blowers and the chainsaws.

We kept talking casually like normal friends. I was in my room listening to songs while thinking about last night. Oh! I didn’t tell you what happened last night, right? Anna and I went to the carnival that was set recently in the outskirts of the town. When we were returning, we came across the woods where the woods party always held. To my surprise, I saw Harry there with a drink bottle in his hand. We suddenly became detectives and followed him. He reached the lake and sat there drinking calmly. I expected he might be doing something like, you know, something with girls or other things but he left me shocked. Before he even saw us, I dragged Anna from there and we left.

… His witch wasn’t here yet… And why the hell he can’t see the reason behind this silence..? Who the hell is performing magic outside the woods at this time….and most importantly …why?

"Because it is owned by Cayman Hill, your friend's father. I am somewhat acquainted with him. Cayman Hill knows about the existence of the supernatural world. There is a higher chance for us to find something related to the herbs there than at the public library." "But before that, we are going to see a witch." "What witch?" "I'll explain on the way. I have reasons to believe she knows something." "Knows what?" "I don't know. We'll know when we talk to her." "Alright, we'll see your witch first," he said. "And how are we going to get out of these woods? And don't say walking because I'm tired of walking." "No, no, absolutely not," Willow said looking at the black motorcycle parked on the rig

Peter's POV Draco walked in front of Enzo and me as we made our way to the underground torture chambers. The journey that normally took about 1 hour took just 35 minutes to complete. Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago.