Licorice Snap Harry Potter Novels & Stories

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

He was using a cane, his hair was totally white and thinning on top, and he had so many wrinkles, even a turkey neck. Santos laughed inside my head, ‘you’re mean.’ “Don’t be so fucking loud then. You can mindlink, so if you don’t want anyone to hear you, just say it inside your fucking head like the rest of us. They took your legs, not your brain, stupid.” Cyrus said, lessening my guilt for mentioning his turkey neck. I growled at Cyrus, but my growl didn’t even impress the old guy anymore. “But what about Harry Potter reminds you of our conversation?” Lily asked.

I don't know what it was meant to do but it slowed me down. "Stay close to him, he'll get unconscious now!" I heard a voice say from behind. The potion was meant to make me fall unconscious so it would be easier to capture me but since I was a fan of sorcery too, I was stubborn. I sneezed out the potion and got angrier but some had already gotten in my eye, which made my vision blurry. I didn't mind that I could not see. I got a hold of the first person I sensed with my left hand, and got hold of the other with my right and clapped their head against each other. Their heads popped like I snatched watermelons to the ground

Harry frowns. “I watched you make that, it’s just a normal drink. Where’s the magic?” He demands. “Here.” I say calmly as I reach behind the bar, grab some of the pink potion in my bare hands and fling it right at his face, essentially glitter bombing him. He sputters and coughs out a cloud of glitter. I expect him to be annoyed or complain but instead he just bursts out laughing.

It leaped at him, trying to bite him. “Watch out Eric!” Ruby’s arm wrapped around his big body and the blue snake bit her in the arm. “Ruby!” shouted Eric. “Ow. Ouch. It hurts,” moaned Ruby. “Prince Eric!” shouted Simon as he jumped down from the tree vines. He slashed the blue snake in half and the tip of his blade melted as the acid corroded his sword. “Eric, pulled out from my space ring the level eight refining pill.” “Okay,” said Eric. He pulled out from her space ring a high magic refine pill.

– Harper repeated its name again and again while browsing on the second drawer. “Aha!” – Harper found it. “Is this the one?” Damon stopped what he was doing and grabbed the potion from Harper’s grasp. It has a deep blue hue and a seahorse’s skeleton at the bottom. Which looked like it was dissolved because of acid. Damon got the small torchlight from his bag and flashed it on the bottle, having a second check on its name. Right there, written with thick hand strokes and a double underline was the name of the potion. Lexillus.

Johanis’ POV Our house smelled like impending doom. Or possibly Lily’s new "training snack" experiment. I opened the front door and immediately staggered backward as a strange smell slapped me in the face. “Is that… is that burnt honey? Why does it smell like so much regret?” Lily appeared from behind the kitchen counter with flour on her nose and what looked like melted gummy worms stuck to her shirt. “It’s combat pudding, Joha.” she declared, rather proudly if I might add.

It is hard to chew it as I try my best to smile innocently at Sky who sighs and pokes my full cheeks, commenting that I look like a chipmunk. “Option one from about two hundred and fifty years ago, the Harry Potter Series.” Lia chimes in, motioning the pile of seven movie sitting on the edge of the coffee table. I laugh, watching as Lia begins to take the first movie – Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone. I movie full of magic and a revolution at the end. Seems fitting to what I am dealing with right now. “What the other option?” Sky asks, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pressing a kiss on my forehead.

“Sorry. I had to go to a couple stores to find the Polyjuice. Not to worry, I have it.” The rest happens swiftly. We combine the ingredients, only the red hair this time. Bess closes her eyes and says the chant. The purplish liquid begins to bubble and smoke. I take the bottle and tilt my head back and drain the contents. It doesn’t taste too bad, kind of like grape. At first nothing happens but a warm spreading sensation in my belly. Then my face begins to tingle and I feel the need to stretch. It’s almost like a way less painful version of my first time transforming into Lily.

He tensed for a moment before his hands flew to my hips, gripping me tightly as he kissed me back with fervor. His tongue delved into my mouth, stroking against mine, and I moaned at the taste of him, dark and rich like fine liquor. Snape pulled back after a long moment, his chest heaving. "I don't do games, Miss Granger," he said roughly. "If you're here for a lesson in potions… and pleasure… then we shall begin." He pulled me inside and slammed the door shut. Then he had me pressed against the wall, hands roaming over my body as he claimed my mouth again in a hungry kiss. I arched into his touch, craving more.