Harry Potter Yule Log Novels & Stories

After stepping out of the car, Felix shook his head at Harry with tears brimming in his eyes, resistant and reluctant. At that moment, Harry's face displayed a deep sorrow, but he dared not look too much at Felix. Instead, he feigned a survey of his surroundings before his eyes settled on a distant figure. Though the person was masked and stood far away, Harry could faintly discern that it was Evelyn's friend—the very individual who had disrupted Lucas' one-month party. Harry had anticipated opposition from him, but he hadn't expected him to take such extreme measures. Logan Green cradled an eerily silent child in his arms, making it unclear whether or not the child was asleep.

"Uh... veg," "Stuffing," he added. Holly nodded. "Er... Yorkshire pudding." "Sounds great," her father said. "Are you doing anything for dessert." "Yule Log." she said, nodding to the fridge where it was already made. Her father blinked. "Your sweets are very popular," he said, pointedly taking a sip of her white hot chocolate. "You should make another cake to experiment with." Holly blinked, thinking it over, then sighed and opened a cupboard full of tins. "Anything in mind?"

“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.

Back when I was alive, fire was a forbidden form of magic, punishable by death. “Something big happened between Yule and Candlemas, and Logris split into smaller villages. The Council even has a Fire Queen who is a phoenix shifter.” “Oh.” I squinted up toward the ceiling, where I swore I saw a green wing. “Is that a dragon?” A pointed head poked out from above us and glared down at us through red eyes. “Coral?” I asked. “Where are you?” she replied. “Inside the cave?” I licked my dry lips. “Are you looking for a green dragon?”

What is he saying? Mrs. Logan places a hand on her waist, glaring at Harry. "And you are?" "Harold Topher Ellis, ma'am." "Harold...Topher...Ellis?" "Yes, ma'am." Harry nodded. "That guy in Zenith!?" I heard a girl inside the room screamed. "Holy! The youngest of them all!?" Another has shouted, as the rest of the girls in this classroom had pulled out their phones and flashes of camera had greeted the celebrity.

He inhaled the delicious scent, trying to locate the source. Weird, thought Alexander. He used the portal most of the time but never felt that way. The strange feeling he was getting from inhaling the delicious scent intrigued him. He had to find the person. So, he took off running, following the scent like a Bloodhound. Soon, he ended up standing in front of Hertford Manor. Alexander peeked at the front yard, seeing a petite girl, her dark brown hair reaching to her waist. She was looking at the bright full moon, so he was unable to see her face. Her pale fists were curved into a ball; as if she was mired in deep thought.

I never knew this side of him, I knew that he didn’t like following rules but not to this extent. From the outer look, it looks as though one is a huge well-built brick settlement. Above the door, there is its name written by magic. THE GREAT WIZARD is quite large, fire-lit, and stylishly luxurious. The ceiling is unusually high. The dining hall has several huge long tables, fit to almost 20 people each. The table's legs are shaped in the form of flowers. Near a big chimney, there is a windowless spiral staircase, I assume that it takes to the lodgings. I bet that the fireplace costs a lot of wood in order to stay lit. You can barely hear anything in here, over the din of other people. It's

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 22nd, 1992, 10:30 PM "Wizards really have some very strange ways of transportation." Leona's comment got a chuckle from Erik and a small giggle from Susan and Joan. The wizard in the room looked at Leona like she had grown a second head. She just shrugged. "The fireplace is closed again." Erik said after closing the floo connection. "Erik, dear, that black mark in the rat's arm, It was a slave brand, wasn't it?"

"The Christmas tree, the Santa . . . You . . . " Logan smiled ruefully, stroking her pale cheeks. "I got a present for you." "Really?" she looked up at him with those clear, hopeful eyes. "Yeah, it's nothing that special . . . " He lifted his hips slightly into the air and dug in his pocket, producing a glass jar. "Here." "It's Fred!" her voice raised enough to draw everyone's attention. "Logan brought Fred back." The fat, green worm wiggled on the yellow flower inside the jar, almost like he was dancing.

He laughs and drapes it back over both of us. "I didn't ask them," Killian says. "I asked you." He always sees through me. I drop my head back against the couch and think for a moment. "Harry Potter," I say. "Nobody hates Harry Potter." He doesn't argue. The opening music fills the room and I settle in. Logan and Austin murmur to each other occasionally throughout, but it's low enough not to bother me. When the credits roll, Drew makes a show of snoring loudly and dramatically.