Knight Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Holding in his laughter he made a circular motion with his index finger. I gasped as I watched a thin and transparent glittering blue barrier rise up from around us, meeting in ends to form a shining globe around us. It bulged outwards as my fingers neared it to touch. Wizardry? "Don't tell me! You were the 15th century Harry Potter?" I squealed. He raised an eyebrow. "I don't know any Harry." It wouldn't be wise to say those words out loud back on earth. "Then how do you do this?" I asked with rising curiosity.

Cloud, the Lord of Chaos. Sienna rubbed her eyes. She almost thought that she was mistaken. At this moment, it was peculiar as to why she would think of Harry and Cloud, the Lord of Chaos, as one person. How could that be possible? Harry was the young master of the Scott family, and he had an undeniably noble status. Although Sienna had only met Cloud, the Lord of Chaos, face to face during the last mission, she had also heard that all of Cloud’s dazzling achievements were the result of fighting in dangerous battles.

With my eyes still close, I receive the call and press it on my ear, "Hello, who is that?" What I hear from the caller makes me jump out of my bed in horror. "I will be there in ten minutes. Could you please not let anyone get close to him?" Damn, where the hell is my key? I curse internally for not finding my motorcycle's key when I need it the most.

So, I reluctantly handed the task of dealing with Roy over to Harry and walked over to the bar to pour myself a drink straight from the bottle. Harry approached Roy, whose leg had now completely disappeared. Taking up a blade previously used by Peter, Harry aimed directly at Roy's neck, preparing to sever his head without giving him a chance to wait for death. Ethan, as an extra precaution, set up a protective barrier to prevent Roy from escaping, though the likelihood of that happening was slim to none at this point because Roy had exhausted all his strength enduring the pain caused by the magic potion, and now he lay helpless, allowing Harry to proceed with the execution.

People didn’t seem to recognize me by my look which was perfect for me, I just listened to their chats, I made friends, talking to them laughing when needed, saying the needed oh and ah. “Is there any bounty going around?” I ask with a smile. “A bounty hunter?” the guy I’m talking to asks, I just nod, I’ll go with that. “There’s one over any info about the pure bloods, another over the psycho hitman, his name is Devil I think. Strange name if you ask me” he says, mixing my gender with a he, I just smiled, if people think I’m a he, I might be safer than I thought I was.

"How about a decent movie this time?" "Harry Potter?" I ask. His whole face lights up. "I can kiss you right now." He chooses Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, which happens to be both our favorites, and we lean back and watch. I'm really absorbed in the beginning—how could someone ever get bored during a Harry Potter movie?—but then my eyes start to droop. I guess the past day and a half have been a little too exciting for me. Before I know it. I'm out cold.

” He explains. “Yeah, about that. Since when do you have ninja skills?” I demand. Harry laughs. “I’m hardly a ninja, but I can hold my own in a fight.” He answers casually. I roll my eyes. ”I just can’t believe it. I never would have guessed.” I press on. Harry tilts his head curiously. “Why not?” He questions. I raise an eyebrow, isn’t an obvious? ”Because you always seemed like the epitome of the phrase ‘lover not a fighter’. Why do you even know how to fight?” I just want to understand what the hell just happened. My entire view of Harry is tilting. Harry laughs at my confusion.

But strangely, this one didn’t feel like the same kind of threat. “Let go of me,” she said, although it came out as a whisper. The man’s breathing had changed, become erratic, like controlled chaos. Something about her had cut through the haze clouding his mind. Roman Knight had locked himself in this room minutes earlier. He had recognized the drug almost immediately, laughing at the mere foolishness of it. Firstly, that a mere drug could ever leave him a slave to his body, and secondly, that they were dead come morning. But the unnatural heat in his blood, and the fog in his mind that this person occupied told a different story.

He wanted to know who'd been using his name. "Everyone's in position," Helena murmured. "If anyone tries to warn Leo—" She was cut off by a sound in the darkness. Footsteps. A figure emerging from the trees. Not Leo's contact. Not an Ashford agent. It was Richard Hart. My father. And his eyes were glowing gold. "Hello, Sophie." His voice was heavy with grief. "I'd hoped it wouldn't come to this." "You're Ashford." The words came out before I could stop them.