House Black Harry Potter Novels & Stories

whispered Cynthia in Ada's ears. " Ya, what a rude douchebag ." said Ada in a slightly high pitch again. " Hey you miss picture perfect, you need to teach your friend how to whisper," said the boy looking at Cynthia. Cynthia gazed at Ada and Ada this time 'WHISPERED ' sorry. Cynthia passes a funny smile towards her just realising that how innocent Ada she behaves like a 6-year-old kid. As they reached the 4th floor and the lift's door opened, they just saw a tall and a bit chubby girl with long black hair wearing an oversized t-shirt with jeans. She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically.

Ernest looks at him with admiration, he knew the capabilities of his boss, and how strong he had been although he appeared otherwise. “You're telling me because you're my friend”Harry walks over to the large mirror he had in his living room and looks at himself, he's too handsome a man, his curly black hair is perfectly manicured, his face is made up of a thin chin, his green eyes match the pale tone of his skin, and the last few years of rehabilitation in the gym had made his muscles stand out over his clothes, but Harry hated the fact that he didn't have a leg and that he didn't have his family, there were things that money couldn't buy, he would have given anything in the world to have hi

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.

he hesitated a little before asking “Do you need help with the dress?” His consideration delighted me “Oh no it’s okay, I can take it off myself” He nodded briefly and left the room. It was a huge bedroom. Larger than the one I was living in. One side of it was fully made of glass. Showing a mesmerizing view of the forest. The sofa bed looked very comfortable. There was the largest TV I have ever seen mounted on the wall in front of the sofa. The closet was huge enough to fit both our stuff inside it. Like I suspected, 99 percent of his clothes were black.

I barely even looked in the mirror before rushing out of our house. As I pass the windows of a dark classroom, I regret my decision to not even brush my hair—I resemble Hermione Granger in the first Harry Potter movie, with a bird's nest for hair. Mine is darker, though. I was born with the complex of a ghost and black hair to match. I'm a mess.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

Sighing heavily, I let my head drop back against the lumpy mattress, closing my eyes in a desperate bid to pretend this whole cursed life was just a terrible nightmare I would soon wake up from. My brief fantasy was violently shattered by a sharp, authoritative knock echoing loudly through the room, announcing the presence of whoever stood on the other side of the heavy wooden door. Maria hurried over and pulled it open, her shoulders tensing. Standing in the doorway was a stern-looking woman dressed in neat, immaculate maid attire. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight, flawless bun, and a small, distinct mole rested gracefully on the corner of her nose. She radiated the strict, unyiel

Torches burned in iron brackets on the walls, casting dancing shadows that made everything look like a nightmare. And everywhere I looked, there were eyes. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Glowing in the darkness between the pillars. Watching me. "Ah, the half-blood awakens." A voice echoed from somewhere above. I looked up and saw a balcony circling the room. On it stood a woman with silver hair and skin so pale she looked like she had been carved from ice. She was beautiful in the way a frozen lake was beautiful—stunning, but capable of killing you if you stepped wrong.

The more I fall the more the temperature of the hole increases, i started feeling hot at my bottom till I got to thr end of the hole and fell in side a dirty water. I stood up and took a wide view at everything. I noticed the water is the Complete waste out of a huge building. I looking up could not see the top of the building. My surroundings is so black, everything is dirty and the building is so old and looks like a big castle like that of Hogwarts school in the Harry Potter movie. I got out of the dirty water and moved to an outer place. I found a fence of my height, after leaning the fence, are neat field like that of my school's field.

“Mrs—Mrs Gold! I-I'm sorry—I was… I was looking for you to ask something…!” Abby frantically tried to explain herself, but Harriet looked very displeased at her presence and snapped at her in a low, terrifying voice. "Insolent. Who are you to enter someone's room without permission? Get out of here and never set foot in this house again." Harriet was very surprised when she opened her eyes. Slowly her vision, which had been pitch black, showed a dim picture of her room. But she was even more surprised when she saw a black silhouette reaching toward the wooden box that contained the Philosopher's Stone.