Hello Potter Novels & Stories

Holding in his laughter he made a circular motion with his index finger. I gasped as I watched a thin and transparent glittering blue barrier rise up from around us, meeting in ends to form a shining globe around us. It bulged outwards as my fingers neared it to touch. Wizardry? "Don't tell me! You were the 15th century Harry Potter?" I squealed. He raised an eyebrow. "I don't know any Harry." It wouldn't be wise to say those words out loud back on earth. "Then how do you do this?" I asked with rising curiosity.

Her wholehearted smiles always got to him. At night , they were watching a movie in bed , Hoor had chosen harry potter . She slept before the movie ended .she was leaning against him , Arhaan had no plan of pushing her away . He dimmed the lights and laid down. Hoor was practically half laying on him, not that it bothered him .

Andrew started as he stared at his laptop then he turned the screen to them. "I went to check out some small event centers but they kind of cost a lot and we'll also need food, cake and drinks in the party so throwing it in an expensive building is out of the question. Then I decided it would be better we throw it in an open area, perhaps a field, and I found the perfect one," he told them. They all leaned in to see the field that was displayed on his laptop. "Potter's field! What kind of name is that?!" Ethan exploded.

She thinks I'm a good person? She's the only person I know who has told me I'm a good person. People call me Draco in the underworld, and most people associate it with the devil, dragon, demon, etc. But my fiery kitten thinks I'm a good person. Would she have the same view about me if she knew and saw what I was capable of? I know I'm not a psychopath who just kills people without thinking, but I've taken down some people because the world would be a better place without them, so I guess I did something good.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:45 AM Larry Potter was doing a fine impression of a fish outside the water at the moment. What he just saw was some very amazing stuff, even when magic is taken into account. But then, he only knew this magic world for a little more than a year, so he didn't have much of a base to compare. Larry Potter then looked at his Head of House, and paused. Even if she was not doing a fish outside the water impression, she was looking at Erik with wide eyes.

"How about a decent movie this time?" "Harry Potter?" I ask. His whole face lights up. "I can kiss you right now." He chooses Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, which happens to be both our favorites, and we lean back and watch. I'm really absorbed in the beginning—how could someone ever get bored during a Harry Potter movie?—but then my eyes start to droop. I guess the past day and a half have been a little too exciting for me. Before I know it. I'm out cold.

 ~AUTHOR'S POV~

"And how can I do that?" "Pristine said that there is a potion out in the human world. If you can get that potion for me, I will become the first king of the vampires and attain all the powers a king should have. Everyone will call me the king," answered Phil. His two different eye colors, one blue and the other one green, were getting darker at the thought of unadulterated power. "And may I know where that potion is?" inquired Alexander. "It is with a girl. Pristine will give you all the details. You just have to bring the potion from her as soon as possible and —"

"I'm just a regular person. How can I be a hero?" Mrs. Evelyn's eyes softened with understanding. "Being a hero is not about being perfect or having all the answers. It's about having the courage to embrace your true self and the willingness to step into the unknown." She handed Alex a vial filled with a shimmering potion. "This potion will help you unlock the dormant magic within you," she said. "But remember, true magic comes from the heart. Believe in yourself, and you will find the strength you need." Grateful for Mrs. Evelyn's guidance, Alex thanked her and left her cottage, the vial clutched tightly in their hand. They knew that this was a pivotal moment, a moment of choice that would

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.