Harry Potter Yule Log Novels & Stories

“Do you remember how you used to bawl your eyes out whenever I took these away from you, Logan?” Logan shrugged, glancing away. “Don’t really remember much. Not about that, at least.” With a scoff, Harry tossed the toy down with a thud onto the table. I could see Logan’s posture stiffen ever so slightly, his blue eyes flickering toward the toy. “You were always such a crybaby,” Harry continued as he wandered around the room. “Always one thing after another. Mommy, mommy! Harry broke my toy!” His voice raised an octave as he imitated a childlike Logan in a mocking tone.

But if she was so powerful, why did she need Logan’s help? We entered a room, there was a huge bookcase full of books and some furniture scattered there. You can see her walking to a large table, while Logan walks to the couch on the other side of the table. — Let’s start with the Hecate potion, that’s fine.

Logan squealed, his little arms stretching up toward him. Viktor’s deep chuckle rumbled through the air as he knelt down to their level. “Happy birthday, little Logan,” he said, his voice warm despite its usual gruffness. He handed Logan the larger of the two packages, wrapped in shiny blue paper. His expression softened as he watched Logan tear into it with glee, his little hands struggling to keep up with his enthusiasm. Inside was a sturdy wooden toy motorcycle, painted in black and red, with wheels that spun freely. Logan gasped, clutching it to his chest. “Bike!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with awe.

I vowed silently, “I will see this through to the end.” Just another day, I saw Logan standing on the terrace, gazing out at the horizon. “This could be a perfect opportunity,” I thought, my mind racing with possibilities. “If I act quickly, I can take another shot at executing him.” I remembered the potions I had learned to make at the Umbra Academy. One in particular stood out: it looked like a medicine that strengthened the body but actually weakened and killed you within an hour. I hurried to prepare the potion,, all the while keeping one eye on Logan. I couldn’t afford to lose sight of him, especially since his betas rarely left him alone.

I ignored him and focused on Logan again. Then he dropped the real bombshell. “Our mate’s hiding something.” I stilled instantly. “What do you mean?” “She made chocolate milk appear in Lily’s glass.” Silence. Then— Brutus practically howled with excitement. “Mate isn’t fully human!” I shoved him back mentally. “Quiet.” Because he was right. Humans couldn’t do that. “Witch?” I asked slowly. Logan shook his head. “I don’t think so.” Which left only one other possibility.

Elise took her mobile phone and dialled his number. Back at the Vampire world Logan had been in the company of his friends as they enjoyed their time playingchess. In the meantime his chamber was getting a makeover. It had been a custom for the king to use the same chamber as it had protective spells cast on it thousands of years that witches would not be able to get through. It was also constructed using obsidian rocks to wade off witch power. Logan's phone rang and he immediately checked it out, it was Elise calling. A beautiful smile plastered on his face as he answered the call, Nate and Jordan could already tell who it was that had been calling.

"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and the Deathly Hallows * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy I unlocked the door and hold it open so the girls could get in. After having lunch and getting desserts with the girls, I felt bad for leaving Nat alone at home so we had cut our Christmas shopping short and gone home afterward.

he gave the potion to Logan. Logan inspected the potion, which doesn't have any scent. "Where did you get this from?" he demanded. Kael hesitated a little, before answering. "It was given to me by a witch" he answered honestly.

I wasn't sure what I expected when I suggested a movie night. Having Hollyn sit on the floor barely two feet away from the TV wasn't how I'd envisioned the night progressing, that was for damn sure. But her astonishment when I'd turned the movie on had curbed any desire I had to quash the joy lighting up her face. What the fuck are we going to do? I asked my brothers as Harry visited Diagon Alley for the first time on the screen. We need some straight fucking answers, Thane said. His mental voice was tight and hard. We can't keep her locked up in here, no matter how much each of us seems to want that.

Everyone was mesmerized by the breath-taking beauty of the chalice that glowed under the yellow light of the chandelier. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.