Harry Potter Year Six Novels & Stories

In North City's matchmaking circles, everyone knew my name, Renee Ranford. I was the girl who always hung around the five Parker brothers. According to the gossip, I'd already ruined four of their engagements. I had skin thick enough to survive any amount of ridicule, and no sense of shame whatsoever. I never wore makeup. I never acted sweet. Every other sentence out of my mouth referred to them as my "bros." Yet somehow, every woman who tried to marry into the family ended up walking away. The rumors only got worse. "That tomboy's a complete psycho. She can't stand seeing anyone else happy." "She loves being the only woman surrounded by men. The second one of those brothers starts dat

Fiona shoved Ryker in, and I trailed after them. Six years had passed. So much had changed. The sea of roses at the villa entrance had long been torn out. Most of the furnishings inside had been replaced, and everything now belonged to Ryker. There wasn’t a single trace of me left in the entire house. "Fiona, if he never shows up, maybe don’t make things harder on yourself." "No!" Fiona cut him off immediately. "This is what Xavier owes you! Why should he get to hide in there for six years while you ended up crippled?! Xavier will spend the rest of his life making this up to you!"

"She was just too obsessed with Harry Potter. Wouldn't shut up about it." I gaped at him. "I love Harry Potter." Wes stared at me with wide eyes, amusement flickering through them. "As one does but there's eight movies. For God's sake, imagine sitting through a full summary of each movie." I narrowed my eyes. "I would totally give you eight-movies worth of summaries. Personally, the fifth and sixth movies are my favourite but the Goblet of Fire has a special place in my heart. Robert Pattinson and all."

I snapped. Harry tilted his gaze toward me. “Why wouldn’t you want to take such a cute young guy to a park?” he inquired, and I groaned. “Because the last time I took him to a park six years ago, it turned out disastrous,” I replied, not even realizing what I had just said. Harry’s face scrunched into a frown. “What happened six years ago, Mum?” Henry inquired, and I flinched at his question. “Nothing serious, only that Mum accidentally lost something that was precious to her,” Harry responded almost immediately before I could find the right words to answer.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Every morning was a gift. Nisan had grown quickly, as half-blood children often did. She was already sitting up on her own, reaching for objects with her tiny hands, babbling in a language that only she understood. Her dark hair had thickened, curling around her ears. Her gray eyes had lightened, becoming almost silver in certain lights. The golden glow still flickered beneath her skin, especially when she was happy or excited or hungry. The First Wolf's power was there, watching, waiting, but not interfering. He had learned patience. He had learned that some things could not be rushed.

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

“But we’ll have someone else go undercover, or my son will never let us hear the end of it.” I can only nod to that because he’s not wrong on that. As the meeting breaks up, I catch sight of movement through the window, and my attention shifts completely. In the training yard below, Harry, who is now seven and sprouting up like a weed, is sparring with a retired Dylan and three other pack warriors. His movements are confident and he’s no longer the scared little boy who used to have shifting episodes. "Look at him," I murmur, watching Harry duck under Dylan’s swing and counter with a move that would make Wolfgang proud.

I swallowed frantically, choking slightly on the sheer volume of his seed, but forcing it down my throat just as he demanded, tasting every single drop of his power over me. More of it spilled over my lips, leaking out the corners of my mouth and tracking down my chin, painting me in his mark just like he promised. Draco stood completely still for a long, agonizing moment, his chest heaving, his fingers slowly loosening their death grip on my hair. He let out a long, shuddering breath, looking down at me as I knelt there on the hard floor, breathless, tear-streaked, and thoroughly ruined.

My Iris went from black to blue and black again. "I can't keep going to school and hiding behind my parents to practice magic." Tears welled in my eyes as I walked towards them. "I will be eighteen in the next three months, my werewolf side will be activated and then what next? I need to prepare myself, Hilda." Susan nodded in acknowledgement and muttered, "Her powers will be too much to handle then and it can kill her if she doesn't start learning how to control them." "What?" Hilda and I gasped, shock was written all over us as we waited for some sort of clarity.