Harry Potter Zabini Novels & Stories

Scarlet and Mira, hunched over their maps and old parchment in the little study tucked off the living room, looked up like small prey. They both stood as everyone else snapped to attention. The suited man pushed the wheelchair slow and deliberate down the long hall. The one in the chair ... Alpha Zyn ... looked like a man stitched out of moonlight and rot. His neck was crooked, the angle wrong and ugly; his eyes were white and milky with madness or death. When his gaze snagged on Scarlet, something in the room shifted. The sorcerers beside him gave a quick, knowing glance to one another and then looked away like they'd seen a bright wound.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

He saw the blood on Harriet's white handkerchief and quickly decided to take Harriet to see Zaha. He lifted Harriet into his arms, and his movement was so gentle like lifting a fragile object. This was the first time Liam saw Harriet get a nosebleed. When Harriet and Liam appeared in his room, Zaha was finishing a manuscript. He studied the treatment method Heinrich had explained to him yesterday after they parted ways with Ezra and Ezekiel. Zaha then heard that Heinrich was an Archmage, and moreover, the man remembered all the information from the past. Some were lost and were undoubtedly priceless.

“I’d have gone with deluded detective, but look at the muscles on him…” Siobhanny spun furiously away from them, shrinking down into a tousled haired teenager in robes who adjusted his glbuttes. Harry Potter slunk go to me with the sexiness of a lap dancer. I pointed at Siobhanny, when I backed away. “Now I know you’re screwing with me.”

― 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.

Slowly, he slid off one of his hockey gloves, showing me his pale, strong hand, and extended it to me. “I’m Zayn. Zayn Winchester.” The name hit me like a punch. Zayn Winchester, the lycan prince of the Silver Wolves Clan, the rival pack my father and Oliver had talked about with much hate for years. He was the famous high school hockey player who had beaten our school’s team in the finals last year.

Zackery frowned and asked. "What happened to him later?" I asked. "He's Darren's brother. Darren said he was severely tortured and killed by Lucas. But Lucas said he didn't do anything like that." "So one of them must be lying. I wonder who he is," Zackery said. Then, he smiled again at me and said, "I don't want to see your eyebrows twisting like this, little girl. Zabel was born sad and that's why sometimes he dragged other people down with him. I, on the other hand, don't like negative energy. I would like to put some positive thoughts in your mind. For example, I have already found out who had put wolfsbane in your tea."

I was shaking with laughter while the others behind us snorted uncontrollably. “Stop laughing! Focus on the lesson!” the teacher snapped, pointing at us. “You’re so fucking good with comebacks,” Harry whispered to Alexia. “You left the teacher defenseless.” “I know. It’s what my character, Aria, would do,” she whispered back, smirking. Finally, the bell rang, and everyone began shuffling toward their next class: home economics. Zayn had chosen it. Don’t ask. He claimed he wanted to learn to cook. And now, here we were.

he stuttered with a strong English accent. “What’s going on?” I eventually asked when I realized no one was telling me anything. The man ran his thin hands through his oily black hair and slowly looked up from the ground to my face, yet not looking me in the eyes. “My apologies Luna,” he finally whispered and I could pick up the fear in his eyes. “My name is Zacchary, at your service.” I glared at Aiden who was avoiding my gaze. Finally, he said “Zacchary is a witch trained in black magic.”

My gaze flicked to every corner, every balcony, every servant who passed. Julise nudged me again. "See that man trying too hard to look bored? Kier Malen. Underground seat. Goblin blood. Knows everything. Probably has ears in your pillowcase." "Good to know," I said. Julise grinned. "We’re almost done. Just don’t look at Zarah too long. She can smell rebellion." Zarah Venmoor. The new healer rep. Part wolf, part something else. She had kind eyes, but the way she stood—too still, too calm—made me uneasy.