Hermione Gryffindor Novels & Stories

I budged but it didn't do anything. "You are not going there without a plan. We don't even know what she looks like." He said. He does have a point, going there without a plan is suicide. "You don't need to do this." The young boy said. "Kid, the princess of the clan is as important as an elder. The princess keeps the balance of each clan, you guys need her." Zale explained. Zale is smart, good-looking, a little bit innocent, and is kind. Thank goodness he is like this because I have no patience to explain these kinds of things. He is also explaining to the children that I am in a bad mood because of the story they told us. "Anyways, do you kids know what she looks like? Or what her name is?

I can't get up,i begin to crawl but its too late as i hear a voice that seems to belongs to a ghost say to me: "i am coming for you son of Hermes" The next thing I see is a saw shaped sword with chains wrapped around it handle flying towards my head at unimaginable speed.It seems to split the sky as it vibrates the real essence of destruction.I close my eyes as i await death The saw shaped sword makes its way to my neck and as it was about to sever my head from from my body i jerked up, opening up my eyes to see myself in the tomb yard.I saw unidentified bodies lying on the floor. I walked up to the first body and turned the body over only to see my friend Austin with a ghastly bloody mark

She was one of Hermot’s daughters and was Serywithe’s best friend. She turned to him, her blue eyes pleading. “My Prince, you can order these men out of the way. I must see Serywithe.” He looked at her kindly. She was no older than Serywithe, maybe a year older but she was just as fresh-faced as his sister and willowy too. “What is your name?” he asked her. “Selya.” “Selya.” He smiled at her. “Under the king’s orders, Serywithe must remain locked. If there is a message you want to pass to her I will be of help to you, my lady.”

said Ava in a taunting tone. " That's not the point, girls shouldn't travel alone. They should always be in packs or at least a duo. " countered Ava. "What the hell do you mean? " asked Mandy, sounding stunned. "Haven't you watched or read Harry Potter Mandy?" inquired Tori. "How is that related? " asked Mandy. " Hermione Granger went to the library alone and got stupefied," said Ava. "Katie bell went to the restroom alone and got cursed," added Tori.

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.

“Hana, I’ll send you home. It’s already late.” “But, Oppa, We’re still having fun!” Nauen protested. “She can sleep here with me.” “No. She needs to go home, Naeun. Your pretty unnie is already exhausted. Sleeping beauties have to rest, remember?” “But she’s no sleeping beauty. She doesn’t need a prince charming to save her. She’s Hermione and can save even her friends. See…” pointing at him with her wand, “she saved you.” “I can’t contest. Hana has magic tricks up her sleeves, and I’m under her spell.” He winked, and Naeun lifted her with the matter-of-fact look.

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It was selfish greed for power, passed down to one after another like an heirloom. Primitivo was the youngest prince of the O' Cleirigh Family of the Maharlikan Pack, the Ancient First Family in Agartha, and the only one remaining alive from the O' Cleirigh clan. Two decades ago, after his brother, the last of his family, died before his eyes, he began his search for his Luna.

“Longer, miss. I’ve worked here as his housekeeper for the last five years. I’ll get you water!” “Oh, what’s your name?” I asked, liking her chatty nature. I could make friends with her and get to know a lot about my captor! “Stella Hawkes! I know you’re Hermione Averoff!” I gasped at the way she pronounced my full name. I hated it. “Please call me Hera. I hate my full name!” “Why? It’s so exotic, a symbol of intelligence in our era! Hermione was the daughter of the Greek messenger God, Hermes. I’m sure you know that already!”

{HERMIONE} Just a step forward and I hear a weird uproar from the crowd. It doesn’t sound like a happy cheer. It sounds like they just saw something terrifying, but everybody is weirdly staring right at me and I don’t understand. My stomach starts burning hot. What exactly is wrong? “Hermione!” Zara’s tiny hiss comes from beside me and I turn to look at her. But before my gaze can land on Zara, it lands on someone else.