Harry Slytherin Novels & Stories

Draco questioned me to which I told him a encounter from my childhood. When I was in early adulthood age, my grandmother had taken me to visit a sorcerer who was very well know in Tallis, her name was Tamina she was an old unmarried lady, she had called my grandmother for help with a potion of her which had gone wrong… Tamina was also in potion creation, she used to use many of her magical spell and her medicinal skill to make different potion to resolve problem of people who used to visit her tent for her help….

"We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided." ― 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.

" Harry was the head of Sable, also known as One. But I understand that he doesn't call Harry by codenames because they are just cousins. Me? I think they were just called by their names, but I used their codenames when talking to them. "Copy, Six." I just shook my head because he was smiling again. Haymitch reminds me of Arius and Saki. He's also naughty, and always stays by my side so sometimes I really tease him, even though I know he's the same way with other people. I just don’t really know why I need to be surrounded by these kinds of guys.

They were going to help them find out what exactly this Axel was up to. . . . "You aren't getting any answers by analysing me, Salazar Slytherin." Amaris rolled his eyes. Salazar was confused. "I am Salazar Arto." Amaris rolled his eyes. 'Muggles." He muttered under his breath. "Why do I even entertain you? You know what? Go back to treating me like your king." "But I do treat you like my king. Because you ARE my king." The poor guy was even more confused. What was wrong with this stupid king?

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.

And I caught sight of his fangs but he was not a vampire, his fangs were of the size of the werewolves. A werewolf? “Guess, you’ve mastered hiding your scent,” I said, half a smile on my face, and neither of us looked away as our gazes met. “And you still managed to notice. Miss…?” He lifted his thick arched brow and I extended my hand with my name, but a fake one, “Hana…” His smirk only got more prominent at my name, “King…” he shook my hand lightly and I noticed his hand was large, warm, with impossibly long fingers and of course the veins.

“Now, what did Jonathan write?” “Let’s see. Scepter equals Excalibur. Sword of Gryffindor rules. Mirror of Erised.” I squinted a little as I read the handwritten note. Isis shifted in my lap, turning to look at me, utterly confused. “I’m not sure I understand that. Why does Jonathan go from talking about Excalibur to Harry Potter? I mean, both are British, and Merlin is in both, though obviously only spoken of in Harry Potter.” Isis’s brow was furrowed as she tried to understand that strange way my friend’s mind works.

“I know that it wasn’t your choice to have a mate, and you pretty much avoided me until recently. I mean, you barely know me…” He places his thumb against my bottom lip and lifts my chin up until I’m facing him. “You have an odd obsession with chocolate-covered bacon but hate twinkies. Your favorite color is blue, and you love all animals, especially dogs. You have a green thumb and have filled your apartment with plants and a small herbal garden. Though you’re friendly, you’re wary of people, which I attribute to that wanker father of yours leaving. You love adventure and are not scared of heights, snakes or insects. Your favorite book is Anne of Green Gables, and you love watching musicals

“My sons must feel at ease since they haven’t heard from me for a while now. How wrong they are,”. The driver park’s in front of the 3-storey building. Dracula and Alex step out of the car. “Alex, do you know why the sphinxes have strong psychic reservoirs?” he asks the tall redhead. “No, my lord” she answers. “They inherited it from the Nephilim. They think everything is okay and they can recuperate,” Dracula giggles. “They should know better,”. He stops at the doorway; he turns around and looks far into the air.

Then back at her. Absolutely not. Harry was my younger cousin. Twenty-three. Rich, reckless, and had the attention span of a goldfish. He’d been kicked out of two colleges for fighting, and last I heard he was “investing” in crypto by day and racing motorcycles by night. He flirted with anything that breathed and left a trail of crying girls behind him. And Shula, my Shula, who blushed at the word ‘virgin’, was practically vibrating at the sound of his name.