Horace Harry Potter Novels & Stories

he said but obviously, Hari thought the other boy was joking and he thus didn't take him seriously. "Ha ha ha, hurt me? How? I know you aren't trained and you don't have any weapon on you. So, pray tell, how would you have hurt me? Or are you a witch and you wanted to abracadabra me?" He said while laughing and Ravi just shook his head. "Abd... abda... what?" Ravi asked all confused because he didn't understand what Hari said. "You know, Harry Potter?" Hari said expecting Ravi to understand but he still had that confused lost look.

He was sent flying backward like a cannonball until he crashed into a wall. A huge crater appeared from the impact, and Horace's body lay in the center of it. Caspian was unamused by the innate grandmaster whom he had defeated in an instant. Horace was in disbelief as he crawled out from the crater. He looked like an unkempt senior as blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth. "Who … Who are you?" Horace was shocked as he wasn't supposed to run into trouble in Southlake City with his abilities. He had assumed that dealing with Caspian would be a breeze.

They could wander off in fantasy land to no end of the magnificence and wealth that anticipated. Lorist anyway was overjoyed and walked forward with excitement. Having perused 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' in his previous existence, he had generally been interested with enchantment and needed to turn into a mage himself. Really awful he showed up on the Grindia Continent excessively late. Had he moved over to two or three thousand years sooner into the period of enchantment, his fantasies in turning into an extraordinary magus may very well worked out as expected.

Weapons racks lined the stone walls, gleaming with blunted iron swords, wooden staves, and heavy leather shields. I stepped into the room expecting a scarred, hardened brute—the kind of sadistic drill sergeant Dominic would naturally select to break my spirit. Instead, the man waiting for me in the center of the mats was young, remarkably handsome, and possessed a lean, athletic build that favored agility over raw mass. His hair was a sun-bleached brown, and when he caught sight of me, his sharp features softened into a genuinely friendly, welcoming smile. “Luna Cynthia,” he said, offering a respectful but relaxed bow, his voice smooth and clear. “I am Harry. Thomas assigned me to be your pe

We had shared many tea sessions over the past few months, talking casually, understanding each other's cues, and getting along well. But... I glanced down at his slender frame. Seeing me stare at him, Horace glanced at my teacup, leaned in, and refilled it. A wealthy heir, doing business, yet with the air of a scholar. "You're unusually quiet today." He glanced at me while pouring. I wasn't being deliberately quiet. I was thinking about Conrad's words. "Horace is just a useless man." "Hey." I grabbed his collar. "Can you… have children?"

“I do not know, Autumn, I suck at this. You should buy one of those Baby Names books when the time comes.” Autumn finally cracked and laughed. “I was joking when I asked you but now that you seemed to give it a thought. How about boys? What would you name a baby boy?” “This one’s easy,” I smirked. I loved how random our talks were sometimes. “Aragorn from Lord of The Rings, Niklaus, and Kol from The Originals, Ash aka Ashley Williams from The Evil Dead Trilogy, Yoda from the Star Wars cos he’s a legend, Mr. Deadpool aka Wade Wilson, and last but not least, Severus Snape from Harry Potter because he made me believe in true love with his amazing one-word quote: always.” I took a deep breath, f

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

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

How could someone that young possibly be Horace's mentor? "What on earth is going on, Dr. Sunderland?" Frederick asked with an unpleasant expression. "Dr. York is my mentor, Mr. Campbell," Horace replied. "That's impossible. You're way older than him. How can he be your mentor?" "Mr. Campbell, when it comes to the field of medicine, it is skill that determines who's the mentor," Horace said solemnly. "It is my honor that Dr. York agreed to be my mentor." The more honored Horace felt, the more humiliated Frederick was. He was so outraged that he nearly popped a vein.

Alpha Harry pounced on Lord Potter, but he flipped him over, pushing him with a large amount of force into a tree that snapped a lot of branches, shattering the windscreen of the cars parked around it. “Don’t fucking test me, Alpha Harry...” Lord Potter growled, stretching out his arms, revealing how sharp his claws were. Alpha Harry smirked as he jumped on a car before twisting his opponent’s mind, making it look like he was going to attack from the left, but instead he attacked from the right, and Lord Potter didn’t see it coming. Alpha Harry clawed his face with his right hand and dragged himself by his feet. He turned Lord Potter over his head and threw him back into the same tree behind