Hermione Granger In The Books Novels & Stories

Not because she didn't know what was in the bag, but because she could see that she was shaking violently. The platinum-blonde-haired witch tried to compose herself and calmly explain why she was there. "As you know, Bianca, my sister, Dhara, and I are witches. However, each of us has a gift of our own. As for me, I am a potions master..." "Like Severus Snape?" cut in Bianca, suddenly excited. "Who?" asked Dhara and Darya in the same voice. Bianca quickly put a hand to her lips before clearing her throat in an attempt to quell the embarrassed laughter that ran through her. She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!"

Her aunt's perception was off the charts, after all. Theo had been like a good big sister to her since her parents died. She used to be her Dad's secretary, but now works as the Internals VP to AR Corp. Tina would be lying if she said that Aunt Theo's eccentricities didn't freak her out, though. The woman is Professor McGonagall in Harry Potter magnified. Tina would not be surprised if her aunt turned into a cat one of these days.

I barely even looked in the mirror before rushing out of our house. As I pass the windows of a dark classroom, I regret my decision to not even brush my hair—I resemble Hermione Granger in the first Harry Potter movie, with a bird's nest for hair. Mine is darker, though. I was born with the complex of a ghost and black hair to match. I'm a mess.

He would slowly get close to her, only for her to leave him once she realized that he was a dark mage whose power was uncontrollable. Ginny did not say anything nor did she reprimand him when she saw that he did not greet her, instead she opened the book that she had brought with her and then placed it on the study table. Derek read the title of the chapter that was written on the head of the page—— ‘ Foundation of Magic.’

All to keep low. Pulling a gown over my shoulders, I wander around my room and throughout all the space given to me. My slippers scuff against the floor, as I run without guards around, looking for Hermione. I don't just rely on her, I care about her. She is my best friend, almost like a daughter to me. Did Moon do something to her? Is she being held captive- I catch sight of her. She's walking toward my quarters, head down, looking at her feet.

Hermione tends to go off track whenever she has a confrontation with her mother. I've witnessed two instances where Hermione lost her temper after confronting her mother. The first time, she drove recklessly, causing me concern as I trailed her. The second time, I was the target of her aggression, until she eventually came to terms with her reality and found the courage to stand up to her mother. Given her history with Mrs. Pierce's overbearing nature, Hermione strikes me as a resilient individual. Many would have been broken by her mother's behavior, which tends to dominate and disregard Hermione's decisions.

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

She yell then head for the exit door. She twist the door knob but turn. "I'll rescue you from this mess little one" she smile cheerfully. All rage gone. Such mood swings she's got. Angry a minute, cheerful the other. It's pretty wierd. But anyways, I've finally gotten a friend. One who attains extra miles for my safety. Hermione since age twelve is my first friend and I'll certainly cherish her. **** Rowan's POV. I return to the location I abandoned the guards and brother Ron's rescurer.

“I mean, we wolves were poorly represented in the novel but I still love the book.” Akira looked up to Orion with a knowing smile, “I bet I know your favourite catchphrase from the books?” Orion stopped in his tracks, he loved moments like this with his little human, “I am listening.” “Ten points from Gryffindor…” Akira yelled, channeling her inner Snape. Orion looked at her with admiration And surprise in his eyes, “and how did you figure that out?” Akira who was still trying to catch her breath raised her index finger, she caught her breath and replied, “that spell did not only reveal things about me.”

But if a seven-year-old wanted to read the entire Harry Potter series in a week, Kiara was not going to discourage it. Kiara’s blue eyes flicked over to where her niece leaned against the trunk of the sugar maple tree with green leaves and small greenish yellow flowers above her. She sat on grass that was already lush and green thanks to the pack Omega’s and city maintenance crews. Unlike her sister’s unruly curls, Marie had straight dark auburn hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her bright warm honey eyes devoured the words on the page in front of her. In her young mind, Marie wore Hogwarts robes that were in the Ravenclaw colors. In reality, she wore knee length khaki shorts and a pur