Hogwarts Hats Novels & Stories

“The Lockhart’s are one of the wealthiest families in Britain. Are she and Jade g-” “Yumm that looks delicious!” I interrupt her just in time, as we come into view of a small wooden stand, where Miss Turner, my math teacher, is stirring a large black cauldron with a silver ladle. She’s dressed as Snow White, her black hair held back by a bright red bow which perfectly matches the frames of her round Harry Potterish glasses. Even though I hate math with the passion of a million burning suns, I can’t help but like Miss Turner and her sweet, awkward math-nerd humor.

As soon as we get back here I'll force him to try the potion. "I don't believe you but alright I will show you." He grumbles. I bend down so he could jump on my shoulder. When he is secure I amble towards my satchel with my most toxic potions. I will rather not want to show mercy to a wolf next time. It will not be good for my reputation. Shall I wear my witches hat today? It will go great with my beautiful green dress. I reach for the hat and settle it on my head. "I don't know why you insist on putting those hats when you complain about them hiding your beautiful hair." Cylester purrs on my shoulder.

"I saw the photos. What were they from?" "Her birthday party," Laila replied. "Everyone dressed up. She insisted. Said it wasn't a real party unless everyone committed fully." Jordan let out a quiet laugh and moved toward the counter, grabbing a bottle of water and handing it to her like it was second nature. "What about Halloween this year?" "Hogwarts students," Laila said, pulling out her phone. "Group costume with her friends. They argued for weeks about houses." Jordan chuckled as she showed him the picture. "Gryffindor. Of course she is."

“Put the other one in. You’ll be transported in a flash. I’ve enchanted it so that it’s only got one destination. As long as I’ve grabbed the right hat, you should be fine.” “There’s more than one, magical portal hat?” I said. “Oh yes,” said Edie, “portals take a great deal of magic. And multi-dimensional portals haven’t been invented yet. There’s too much complex math and science in there. It might cause an explosion or something. Despite what some Witchist think, we don’t want to cause the end of the world.” “Witchists?” Again, I was completely clueless to this world I’d been pulled into. “People against witches. Now, other foot in please.” Before I knew what was happening, Edie had all bu

To stop my father from making the royal announcement on who was to be his heir. The woman in my arms moved and I inhaled sharply, the soft whimper she exhaled snapping even Igor from his rant with Hagrid as he sauntered over to peer at her prone porcelain face, the wild curls of her flaming red hair falling limply around her face, matted with blood. My blood. “What the hell happened back there?” He hissed, his black pea eyes beading with frustration as he curled his lips, kicking the discarded tin of a helmet that lay at his feet so that the metal went skittering noisily into the shadows.

We reached the doors of the mansion shortly after we entered the main gates and Herald yelled out the word “HARPLEYEGA!” with vigor. A moment later the doors swung open and the Hatter stepped out solemnly to the porch where we stood in silence. His dusty black hat with a pink ribbon covered almost half of his face, his head tilted down. He had his arms clasped and resting on his lower tummy. His suit was old but was a unique mix of black and aubergine. Herald walked up to him and sat looking up to him

Red and gold banners hung in the top two towers with an emblem that I guessed was the schools. “Holy shit, I’m at Hogwarts,” Not realizing I said that out loud. “Only better,” she whispered in my ear, making me jump. “Come let me show you why it’s better. I looked at the grounds and school in awe. All of the students had black and white uniforms with a gold seal on the shirt. The girls wore checkered skirts with white blouses, and gray stockings. While the boys were in black slacks, a white button up and a red and black striped tie.

Then, a kind-faced older woman—the orphanage director, if I had to guess—followed behind, two larger crowns clutched in her hands. “Luna Hannah, Alpha Noah, welcome!” she called out warmly as she joined the children. “The little ones made these hats for you. Of course, you don't have to wear them if you’d prefer not to.” Before Noah could respond with what was sure to be a curt refusal, I was shaking my head vehemently. “Nonsense!”

But considering that sorceresses tend to age slow, guessing their actual age could be a tough nut to crack, itself. The other party was dressed in a long, light blue robe and her collar and cuffs were both trimmed with soft fur. Her robe was covered in shimmering snowflakes and on her head was a hat of fur and snowflakes that looked a little like a crown that sparkled like an icy flame.

My eyes landed on some Harry Potter looking shit and I got up and quickly walked over to it. "You go to the House of Slytherin!" I said in my best impersonation while throwing my hands in the air as I walked up behind her. She slowly turnd around and looked at me before a disgusted look flashed across her face as she looked at the hat on my head. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe you! You don't even want to know where that hat has been." She said as she took a step back. The moment she looked like she wanted to gag I instantly felt an insane amount of regret and quickly chucked the hat off my head like it was a cockroach.