House Black Harry Potter Novels & Stories

The shadows in the corners of the room seemed to stretch toward the book, hungry and listening. "It's fighting you," Marcus Blackthorn drawled from the armchair in the corner. He was swirling a glass of blood-laced bourbon, looking for all the world like a bored aristocrat watching a gladiator match. "Dark magic has an immune system, Vida. It knows you're a High Witch. It doesn't like you." "I don't need it to like me," I muttered, wiping a fresh trickle of blood from my nose with the back of my hand. "I need it to talk."

These people had money and they weren't subtle about it. As I walked back to the main house I noticed a forest to the far side of the estate. The forest looked dark even in the afternoon sunlight, the giant trees letting little to no sunlight penetrate the underbush. “That's a place I'll never be going to,” I said to myself. I'd watched Harry Potter and I knew dark woods like that meant trouble, especially when you discover that werewolves and vampires exist. I walked into the house and went upstairs. Wrong wing, I was back on Alex's floor where his office was. I heard him talking to Adam then pause briefly. The door to his office opened and he peeked through.

And all of us, from old to young, know the game just got infinitely more complicated. I add the Old Man’s name to the board. The black ink bleeds slightly into the white surface, like it knows it belongs there. “Is there anything else we know?” I ask, scanning the room. Uncle John shifts his weight. His voice drops half a tone. “Yes. The last property ever registered to Harry’s name is the old ghost house on the south side of Sea Cliff.” He pauses. The words hit like a blunt object. The house where everything took place. That house.

As he calls, writing the words and details unto a book as he shut his presence under the secret and underground basement of his mansion where he turns it into his laboratory. Surrounded by books, pictures of different transmutation spells, bottles, and jars of unknown and famous chemicals and ingredients. Where into the center is the transmutation circle of revival where he opens and met ‘God’. “The black key, one of the seven, and the soul that guards it against within.” Smiling sinisterly as he wrote every tiny detail unto the book, his façade of a perfect and luxurious life where no one remembers or even suspects him for the missing servants and people who vanish within the four corners o

— Darren — In the morning, Henry and I began our work. He seemed like a jovial guy. His twin brother had been and still is Gamma of Blakewoods and had been Gamma himself since the formation of Blakemore. His brown hair barely had any grey in it, which was the opposite of his long shaggy beard. He looked like a man that has spent most of his life living in a remote cabin in the woods, and his clothes reinforced the image further.

Her friend told her that she knew about the invisible cloak from a famous book called 'Harry Potter. Harry Potter was a famous book and movie back on Earth in the 21st century. She doesn't know how her friend find about a book that came from the 21st century, however, she got interested by the cloak. If she bought this, she would show it to her friend if they meet someday. “You got interested in it, Soheila?” Hector asked when he saw that Soheila stood up. Soheila looks at him and said, “Yes, I'm super duper interested in that item.” She smiled brightly after saying that.

But if a seven-year-old wanted to read the entire Harry Potter series in a week, Kiara was not going to discourage it. Kiara’s blue eyes flicked over to where her niece leaned against the trunk of the sugar maple tree with green leaves and small greenish yellow flowers above her. She sat on grass that was already lush and green thanks to the pack Omega’s and city maintenance crews. Unlike her sister’s unruly curls, Marie had straight dark auburn hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her bright warm honey eyes devoured the words on the page in front of her. In her young mind, Marie wore Hogwarts robes that were in the Ravenclaw colors. In reality, she wore knee length khaki shorts and a pur

He behaves like a total psychopath, and I am very sure he is a psycho, But he is damn rich. His mansion is beautifully decorated, though he frees me when it is lunch and dinner. I thought I look like someone he hates so much because the maid who doesn't even know who I am treats me badly. He looks at me like I have been tormenting his dream forever and just got hold of his worst nightmare. He has never touched me sexually, he hates me to the extent that I look like dirt to him, I am beautiful, no man can ever resist me. My body and shape are the killers. I must find out the reason why he has a pure hatred for me. I tried to crawl to the door, I heard some maids screaming around the house, it

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:45 AM Larry Potter was doing a fine impression of a fish outside the water at the moment. What he just saw was some very amazing stuff, even when magic is taken into account. But then, he only knew this magic world for a little more than a year, so he didn't have much of a base to compare. Larry Potter then looked at his Head of House, and paused. Even if she was not doing a fish outside the water impression, she was looking at Erik with wide eyes.

I said to him in walking around his room, I turned my head to him in waiting for an answer and he quickly shook his head from one side to another. So he hadn't any family members. But from disgust smell, I smelled something else. He had drugs there, he kept them in a book. I went by the bookshelf and took the third book. "Harry Poter? Are you for real?" He kept in a children's tale drugs. Pages were cut in the middle of a book and placed drugs instead. He paled from my question maybe he was afraid that I liked his book and he destroyed what I like. No, I didn't like this nonsense, but... I shook my head in thinking drop it, Jack.