Inside Hogwarts Express Novels & Stories

Are you there? She was right there. So close I could almost touch her. I closed my eyes, straining for a glimpse of her in my mind. I waited for her to say something, anything. The anticipation was killing me. I was so focused, I didn’t hear the crunching of leaves behind me. How could I have? Nothing else mattered at that moment but Elise. “Logan.” I sprang to my feet and whirled around, my wolf ready to charge my assailant.

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

They left in Young Ho’s car. After travelling for one hour straight, they reached near a huge house infront of the lake. It was Chen’s Gram’s house. The door of the house opened with a loud thud, and Young Ho and Chen entered hurriedly. “We need your help!!!!” shouted both of them. “Okay, looks like something is really serious!” replied Grams in a worried tone. “I want you to help with a very special spell…” said Young Ho in a serious tone about the spell he wants her help with.

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.

"No, it's not Ibrahil. What is he doing in my room?" "Ibrago-" before she can say anything, Ibrago snap his fingers and made that pillow float in the thin air, and in just a split second it is now covering her face suffocating her. She tried to take it off while kicking and giving her all strength but to no avail. She no longer has the strength to fight when she felt her lungs going to explode with no air coming through. She heard a loud crash before she lost her consciousness...

“How are you feeling now? Can you teleport us somewhere safe?” She nodded her head and grabbed my hand. My head spun as we were sucked into a vortex and soon we emerged in a small apartment. Exhaling deeply, I slumped on the couch and exclaimed, “That was close.” I raised my head to find Aurora standing with her hands on her hips. F***! Now I had to explain everything to her…

Peter's POV Draco walked in front of Enzo and me as we made our way to the underground torture chambers. The journey that normally took about 1 hour took just 35 minutes to complete. Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago.

When I gave them the okay, we followed Nia back up the stairs and through the now empty building. The guy and girl both held one of Nia's hands. As they walked in front of me, I could see how the three of them would have looked years ago. Two little kids holding onto the only safety they had. But my girl...she would have been standing up straight, walking with her head held high as it was right now. We made it outside. Loaded up into the last van. Eden was sitting behind the steering wheel. "All aboard. Last train back to Hogwarts."

Filling the other three walls is a collection of booths and tables, intimate and lit by a candle in the center of each. The centre of the space is a wooden dance floor that’s already filled with people moving and shaking to a song that she has never heard, probably because it’s in French. In the far corner is a dark hallway with a velvet rope stretched across it leading, she suspects, to a VIP section that she can’t see. It's gorgeous and magical and full of inspiration, from the people to the room itself. “You know who’d hang out here?” Monica asks Molly, who lifts an eyebrow. “Bellatrix Lestrange.” “You’re into Harry Potter?” Yori asks. “I went to the Harry Potter part of Universal Studios

She took the stairs down and paused by the door of the main chamber when she heard Connery’s voice within. “I will need some things,” Connery said in an echo of her own thoughts. “And a workspace where I won’t be interrupted. You know how sensitive the ingredients are Harry.” “Oh, believe me, I was sweating the entire time I was distributing those nasty little pouches around that high school, but the explosion was marvellous,” Harry replied. “There’s a bunch of witches in the other warehouse who should be able to assist you. And Meguitte, of course. She might have some tricks of her own.”