Romans & histoires Harry Potter Year Four

zayn asked raising an eye brow. "i saw a weird looking but when i looked closely it said the secrets of the magical kingdom. i think it can givevus some clues!' Four said "Great!where is the book" Zayn asked "I didn't took it" "What? why?" Zayn whispered yelled. "Well then then i wouldn't have the chance to come here" Zayn was pissed at Fours reply. "Well then get the book and let's get the fuck out of here. " Zayn said

" The voice was tiny and on top of her. Rolape looked up to stare at someone petite standing on the quadrangle with a beaming smile. ONE. THOUSAND. YEARS. Thank you for

happy birthday ", and then gave me presents. All of them are so beautiful. There was only Blaze left. He came next to me, everyone else making a circle around us. It was almost 2 am. "Happy birthday, little flower!" He said and handed me a small box. I took it with trembling hands and opened it. It was a silver ring with four little stones representing the four elements and a bigger purple stone in their middle. It was so beautiful. "Do you like it?" He asked. "Blaze, I love it! Where did you get this?"

For eight years, I and my two kid sisters together with my mother suffered hell, my mother had been compelled to look for a cleaning job in a Backery here in Scotswood, Newcastle shortly after my dad passed away, we also moved to a small apartment which my mom could afford the rent. We had been compelled to go into the new apartment one year after the demise of my dad, we were forcefully move out of our apartment. Feeding became a challenge, all my father's investment were claimed by a strange woman who had proven to be the next of kin to my father, she claimed all his investments and properties. My mom told us how that the lady by the name kate was to get married to my dad, but that she was

With one final grimace in my direction, Rowan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and swept her out of the building. My head was already hurting, and it had nothing to do with the rising din of voices around me. Just a few hours ago, I was a human living in suburbia with a family who treated me like a servant—not a fantastical creature from a storybook who was the center of attention. And just a few hours ago, I had one boyfriend, Daniel. Even if he cheated on me with my stepsister, there was only one. Not three “mates”. “Four,” the voice in my head corrected me. “You have four mates, although the fourth isn’t here tonight. I wonder who he could be…”

That’s when I noticed tears shining on Harry’s cheeks, each drop glinting in the light like tiny crystals as they rolled down. “Mum, am I a monster?” he asked, his voice cracking. I frowned, a wave of protectiveness rising in me. “No! Where did you get that idea?” My heart ached at the thought of him feeling this way. “Then why does my finger grow long every time?” He spread his little hands wide, and my stomach sank as I saw blood stains on his palm and shirt. He probably got them from trying to hide the fingers from his friends. He has been experiencing imbalance shifting at just four years old. At barely this age, he was already showing signs of being a werewolf which was a transformation

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!

"If it was that guy you wouldn't be wrapped around him. I guess it's good to see that part of the spell is working as it should." "Brother?" Holly winced. "Are you taking me back to him? Please, please don't do it. I couldn't survive that again. Have mercy on me, please!" Her cry made Quix's eyes open and his dark silver orbs stared at her for a moment as he found sleep. "What's wrong?" he whispered. "I would like to know why one of her protectors let her be caught by one of the Four Horsemen, would you care to explain that to me?" Dagon's voice was a growl.

Sweat beaded Dorin’s forehead and he released a breath that sounded haggard. “Sit so we can talk.” Neither of them said a word but Dorin eyed me suspiciously. I had learned to bury my aura from a young age and the spell that Aunt Marlo had performed had also suppressed it. I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.