Hermione Gryffindor Novels & Stories

She was a loyal slave to Aunt Claire, always at her beck and call, doing the dirty work for her and of course sharing gossips. When Emilia was fifteen years old, she and Julia happened to be attending the same high school, those were the worst days of her teenage years. Julia and Emilia were of the same age and so they were in the same class. Julia loved to be the center of attention, she still does. But she knew that Emilia was prettier and curvier so she would regularly do anything to humiliate her in front of the whole school.

All he cared about was his woman. Theo watched as Leah landed her beautiful red dragon in the clearing a few feet away from where the tables were set up. He could hear the exclamations of excitement coming from everyone, especially the children, at seeing the magnificent creature in front of them. He smirked. This was probably the first time any of these idiots had ever even laid eyes on a dragon in their entire pathetic lives!

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.

Maybe she didn't see clearly? "Yes, I'm sure, Pandora. They turned into these big wolves that looked exactly like Romeo." "Romeo?" "Yes, they were the same size as him. Some were smaller, some thinner but they were still huge. That's when I knew that the rumours were true. So I ran, I ran so fast because I wanted to get away. I couldn't even go to my mum and tell her what I saw because all I wanted to do was get out of there. I ran and I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. It was really dark but

Tyler asked joking around. “Not everyone who sees a shrink is crazy Ty,” I said and started to head inside the building. That’s when I heard her voice. Kennedy Jones the school’s most feared female. The perfect queen for a king. Head cheerleader, Straight A student, and very popular. Not to mention hot as hell. Also a total bitch and my girlfriend. She came running over to me and hugged me. “Morning babe,” I said to her, and then her group of minions came running up, and off she went.

The first four names, all in grey ink, got Madam Pince attention when she read them. 'Rowena Ravenclaw - Founder/Owner Helga Hufflepuff - Founder/Owner Salazar Slytherin - Founder/Owner Godric Gryffindor - Founder/Owner' Under the four founder's names were three more greyed names, followed by two that were the firsts in dark green ink. 'Susan Ravenclaw - Heir/Owner Erik Ravenclaw - Heir/Owner' Madam Pince noted the difference, and just above Susan's name, she read the greyed name of her sister.

She reminded me. "True. So there are five Grace's of Gryffindor, that bear walker. You can only differentiate them when you meet with them in person or by their title." I told her. "There's Walker the first Grace of Gryffindor, Walker the third Grace of Gryffindor, Walker the third and all the way up to the fifth." I said looking at her from time to time to make sure she understood. We soon got to the bathroom on Steyn's request and had a warm bath. After that, we toweled our bodies, stepped out and left for lunch.

I calmly take in a deep breath before nodding. Few meters ahead and I was standing before the council. Principal Eldor was sitting amidst four strange faces, only one female and Tabitha Crofus -my grandmother is sitting some meters away from them. A sly smile rests on her lips as she looks at me. I return it with my chin up high, setting her aback. "Miss Hermione Crofus, a final year student of Showek's High school is been accused of using her magic wrongly to hurt a fellow student, by name Ketura Crofus..." The man at the extreme end says

I heard the B-word behind me but ignored it and knocked on the classroom door. “Hermione. Welcome. Principal Thompson did mention that you will be joining us. You can call me Mr. Morgan.” The class teacher said and I smiled in response. He was a man in his prime, wearing a formal attire but ditched the tie. “Everyone, this is Hermione Anderson. I pray we will all welcome her with open arms.” A brunette that looked like Barbie in the making, raised her hand and Mr. Morgan acknowledged her. “Is it true that you are related to Ken O’ Brian and live in the same house now?”

She had striking, brilliant golden hair, and eyes that were a piercing, unmistakable mix of green and blue. Beside her stood a man named Rain, his face etched with grim determination as he fought off Draco's guards. The vision shifted rapidly, flooding my mind with ancient prophecies. This girl... her name was Elle. She was the destined downfall of the Witches of the Woods, a force that would tear my beloved coven apart—but she was also the ultimate weapon, the only soul powerful enough to finally kill my mother, Isolde.