Knight Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“Now, what did Jonathan write?” “Let’s see. Scepter equals Excalibur. Sword of Gryffindor rules. Mirror of Erised.” I squinted a little as I read the handwritten note. Isis shifted in my lap, turning to look at me, utterly confused. “I’m not sure I understand that. Why does Jonathan go from talking about Excalibur to Harry Potter? I mean, both are British, and Merlin is in both, though obviously only spoken of in Harry Potter.” Isis’s brow was furrowed as she tried to understand that strange way my friend’s mind works.

Knight pulled out his wallet and flashed a passport photograph of Noah before her. “The boy's name is Harry.” He said as he took his wallet back but Veronica held his wrist with a speed that he could not explain, her widened eyes holding nothing but fear. “Harry?” Her lips quivered a little. Charlene's son is also named Harry. “Yes, do you know him?” “I.. I don't think I do. I just want to get a better look in case I run into him.” Knight nodded, letting her get a better look at the photograph before tucking it back into his back pocket.

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

The girls had also asked about how his classes had gone during the morning and he updated them. Erik had just taken a sip from his cup, when he heard hasty footsteps. He looked at the door and saw a brown bush-haired girl with Gryffindor colors entering the room and freezing as soon as she entered. She looked around the 'new' classroom with wide and curious eyes, and then she saw Erik sitting behind the Professor's desk sipping his coffee. While she was staring at him with wide eyes, two other males students, a black haired one and a red haired one, entered the classroom. Erik recognized the black haired one, it was Harry Potter. Both male students stopped behind the female one and were pant

He came and knelt. ''Train with me''. He was hesitant to, but he later agreed. We sparred for a few minutes, using the new techniques and moves I learnt from the soldiers training, to defeat him. Although it wasn't easy, because surprisingly, he was good. Breathing heavily, I asked him, ''What's your name''? ''Adrian, Your Majesty. I'm a part of the recruits'' He said, answering my next question. I shook my head. He was good. I sent him back to his post and went for a walk in the garden. I loves the sunflowers. They reminded me of Anita.

Dominic said, now looking at the window. I blinked, now concerned about who this guy was. “Does he have a name?” “Yes, but it is like Voldemort to Harry Potter as it is to us. We do not take his name.” he said, and even though he gave the Harry Potter reference which meant did read or watch some of it, I understood that he was not joking. This guy must be dangerous. “Please tell me you are not going to sell your life,” I said, concern washing over me for him.

my voice broke in half. Adamant, he continued, "Yes, you can. You know when the Sorting Hat placed Neville in Gryffindor?" I nodded weakly, slightly amused at how regular he seemed when dropping Harry Potter reference. "That same fat kid slayed a snake seven years later. You're the Neville, Rashid. You can slay your snake, and you will." "It's slew." I sniffed. "Huh?" "Slew a snake, not slayed." "You're fucking hopeless."

#One_Year_Later "Dad, Dad please save me. I don't want to have milk for breakfast. Chris is forcing me to do this." Harry requested Samson, hiding behind him. Harry is the adopted year old son of Samson and Christian which made their incomplete family finally complete with his presence. "Sam, don't hear his request. He is becoming really naughty day by day. If he does not have his diet properly then he will fall sick.",Christian glared at Harry, who was hiding behind Samson.

“They will never even realize they turned by the time they’re away from the island.” “Huh, that’s cool.” I look at the castle off in the distance. As it gets closer, I realize just how big it is. Of course it’s big. It’s a castle. “Welcome to Hogwarts,” I mumble to myself. “Hog what?” Puma asks. “Hogwarts,” I repeat. “What?” “You know,” I say. “The school from Harry Potter.” “Who’s Harry Potter?” I narrow my eyes as I look at him.

"Well, fortunately, Harry has no idea that wolves are actually people." Tbc