Hogwarts Mystery Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

I say. I take Bruce by the hand and start walking toward the little magic shop. "It is boarded up, and we can't go in there," Bruce says. As we step over the sidewalk and onto the small concrete pad in front of the shop, it begins to change. "It must be a spell or something," Bruce says. He looks at me like I should know. "I only became a witch yesterday. I have no idea," I say, shrugging my shoulders. When the storefront changes, it is a little magic shop, after all. The image of the three ancestors fades away, and two old men appear in the doorway.

I said as she smiled, dragging me up to help me dress up. "I want it to be like fate, I want a love that will sweep me off my feet. Like in stories. Mysterious handsome bloodsucker who only wants to change because of me," Selene explained with a weird expression. Her eyes closed as she imagined it. Both I and Zoey looked at each other concerned. "You are living in a fantasy world, wake up," Zoey said. I couldn't help but chuckle as they both turned to look at me. "Mysterious bloodsucker? What is he? Vampire or Werewolf?" I asked amused as I chuckled more.

With a sigh, I follow perfect Clarrisa. We exit the office into a glass-lined corridor, Clarrisas heels click loudly on the cream marble floor. Everything feels too bright and shiny. I'd hate to be the cleaner here, there must be a whole army of cleaners to keep all the glass and marble clean. Clarrisa leads me to an elevator and I let an audible breath as I remember my last elevator ride before I was kidnapped by a sexy, rude, jerk of a… wizard? Then I snort laugh as I think about what is happening. I'm in freaking Hogwarts, and that makes Mr Collins Professor Dumbledore. Clarrisa gives me a disapproving side-eye. “Sorry, it's been a wild day,” I explain.

He shouted. The lady shivered excessively. Fear of life moistened her eyes again but anyhow she picked herself up, ran a shaky hand across her face to wipe the sheet of sweat, and whispered, "F-forgive me, Mr. Dursley, I wanted to make your plan work b-but lies would have taken us all to hell built under the ground by the alpha in the face of advanced dungeons." "This wh*re will die today." Ginny caught on his arm and controlled him before he ventured further.

But she followed me like a puppy as I made my way to the mirror with the scissors clutched tightly in my palm. “Ginny! I knew there was something about you! I swear to God, I knew there was more to you than meets the eye. You are a witch…no a magician right? What you did there was amazing!” That was amazing? I frowned as I ignored her and began to cut the rest of my hair to match the one that had been forcefully cropped. I watched with tears in my eyes as my hair began to fall down my face into the sink. The light in the bathroom bounced off my near bald scalp.

The dark witches dragged Joan to a room and when they opened the door Hazel was inside waiting for them. They held Joan in place as she tried to free herself from their tight grip but it was useless. They were stronger than her. Hazel didn't talk to her but went to start chanting a spell. The spell weakened Joan's entire body like Alice's till she couldn't move at all. She could only stare at Hazel with wide eyes. What sought of dark magic was this! Joan thought in her mind as she tried to move her legs and hand but couldn't. The two dark witches left the room leaving her alone with qHazel who was deranged…

Voldemort reported and pecked his mom on her cheeks "Hmmmmmm,yummy" Damien yelled from the dinning room with a mouthful of pancakes "Pancakes!" Voldemort exclaimed as he supersped to the dinning room leaving the woman outside who in turn laughed before joining the boys inside "Am going for a walk Mom" Damien yelled and supersped outside without waiting for his mom reply "Stubborn boy" His mother cursed as she cleared the table where they had ate with Voldemort supporting her INTO THE WOODS A young girl ran with great speed into the woods while her eyes glowed as she was been chased by a pack of wolves

“Hi… I’m Hazel. Hazel Grimshaw. I know this is unexpected, but I’m a witch, too. I tracked you using a spell, a spell to track magic. I need to find someone who might help me.” She says nothing at first, just squints at me like she’s waiting for the punchline. Then, slowly, she opens the door wider. “My name’s Liora,” she says with a hint of suspicion in her voice. “Come in.” I step inside the cabin, the air warm with the scent of burning sage and something earthy, mugwort, maybe. The place is cozy in a way that’s lived in and practical. Shelves crammed with books and jars, bundles of dried herbs hanging from the rafters. Liora gestures to a seat at her small, round kitchen table, and I sett

I need to start jogging again in the morning. "Stand aside." He waves his hand backwards and we take a few steps back. Branson closes his eyes and starts murmuring something. A spell, maybe. Just then, the wall starts moving and Tessa clutches my arm. The wall slowly slides away to the left, revealing another door. "Fuck!" Alex's jaw drops. "J. K. Rowling surely came across this place and then wrote Harry Potter." He chuckles and I nudge him with my elbow. "Let's go." Branson says and opens the door. Tessa's hold gets tighter on my arm and I praise Moon Goddess for not giving her sharp nails.