Horace Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Harry Evermore was the forensics department's techno-geek. He was a wizard with anything related to computers and machines. He was tall, skinny with shoulder-length black hair and glasses. Likewise, he didn't need the glasses, though. He had a perfect vision, but they made him look nerdy. He was also a werewolf, an omega to be precise. “Harry, can you hook up the dashcam to my laptop?” asked Clara, the object of his affection. “We'll be able to see things a lot better on my screen.”

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

Harry spoke in a low voice that was laced with a complex blend of indignation and regret. Gregor's eyes squinted. "What brought you here, Harry?" His tone was one of boiling rage mixed with incredulity. Years of treachery collided with Harry's sudden weakness. Harry moved forward cautiously. With a brief pause in his voice, he replied, "I'm not here as the man you remember." "I came to put things right, or at least to give you a chance to see things clearly." He looked at Stacy, whose face was one of astonished disbelief. "I've hurt you all, I know it. I am aware that my acts have caused wounds that may never completely go away. However, I know something—a fact—about Sebastian Blackwood and

Nobody knows. It was a very hard time, we were at war. Me, Harry, Hermione, Ron and the whole Hogwarts. At war with the one who's name should not be taken. I will though because "Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." Voldemort with his wicked army , stood infront of us. We all were on the battlefield with our wands and brooms ; flying in the air , casting spells on each other. The sky was painted metallic and lighting bolted every ten seconds. We fought until we made the Dark Lord vulnerable and then I stepped forward and swished my wand. "Avada Kedavara!", I spelled out; and the light escaped my wand. It struck him and he collapsed. "Now you are a nobody knows!" (No body

I question him again trying to break the ice, he seems to smirk a little looking over at me. "Well it started back in school I don't know how old I would've been, I was sat in class leaning back in my chair and for some reason behind me, you know back in the day you had those pens you had to dip in ink?" He asks me looking over with a smile, I nod saying quills he nods continuing "well I leant back in my chair when the chair moved and I fell, on the way down I tried to grab hold of something to stop me falling, but I end up grabbing the sheet of paper the tubs were of ink was on" he laughs which causes a little laugh to come out of my lips as I finish with his cut on his face.

It was clear that someone did this to you on purpose. "And, there's a possibility that the person who did that to you would try it again. When that time comes, I'm still the only one who can save you again." Horace's eyes widened at that as his heart sank to the bottom of his chest. It was just as Irving said it. The scene had been a little too weird and suspicious. In fact, he hadn't even been sick with an illness in the first place! Obviously, someone had just cursed him or cast an evil spell on him somehow or other!

Horace is going to give me a detailed explanation of what's going on. I have no idea, but when Lilith walked up to me and said this, for a tiny bit, I almost didn't believe her. If only I had not seen Horace trying to harm Nora initially. "What the heck is going on with Horace?" I asked myself as I jumped through the stairs, heading to his chamber. But then, I kept wondering how Horace is any dragon of any sort. The situations that most people are involved with are just something I don't get.

Harold POV I Harold hades am a proud wizard. I have lived for a century and in everything I do, I do with precision. I have fought wars and i have won. I have faced many formidable enemies and I have won all battles. I am not a failure, I am not a quitter neither am I a coward. I can not sit back whilst I am being insulted by a mere teenager. Even this Azanian has no right to display such prowess in my face.I will not stop until i have won this war. One way or the other, I will find Summer's weakness.

"Harry." A young man who was about Harry's age had stopped in front of him. He didn't have strikingly handsome features, but he was the type that would grow on people. Harry racked his brains until a name surfaced—Cyrus Yates. There wasn't much else to remember about him. He was practically invisible when he was among Harry's classmates. However, Harry had once asked him for workbook answers when he had been in a hurry to hand in his homework, so he did have some impression of him.

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.