M Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

The village chief was shocked. Did she have a misunderstanding? Harry was the heir of the Cogen family and had tens of listed companies under his name. How was he not good enough for her?

I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide. “You’ve actually seen Harry fucking Potter?!” “I’ve read it. I have kids and grandkids. I need to know the things they know. Besides, even though the author was a dumbass, it’s a pretty cool story.” Cyrus nodded, “it is, right?” He winked at me. “But don’t fucking worry. I’ll die first, so I’ll let you know what it’s like.” “Don’t make jokes about that!” April said, slapping Cyrus’ arm, who pretended to be more hurt than he actually was.

They also have different creatures and monsters, so I remember myself with them. “Which part are you in?” Zion asked. “I don't exactly know the title, but it was when Harry Potter was on his teenager days …” I replied. “Maybe the second one or the third one? The Prisoner of the Azkaban or The Order of the Phoenix. Have you finished what you were watching before?” “Yeah, why?” He gave me a smile. “Let's watch the next series together, okay?” “But I thought so? You're done with that, right?”

"Mind if I sit down?" "No, not at all." Travis walked around and sit on the bench opposite me. He took up the book that I rested on the table earlier and read the title out loud. "'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'." He looked up at me. "So, you like Harry Potter?" "Who doesn't?" I say with mock horror, crossing my arms in the process. He held up his palm in defence. "You're not getting any argument from me here." "Good," I said in the same playful, defensive tone.

he said but obviously, Hari thought the other boy was joking and he thus didn't take him seriously. "Ha ha ha, hurt me? How? I know you aren't trained and you don't have any weapon on you. So, pray tell, how would you have hurt me? Or are you a witch and you wanted to abracadabra me?" He said while laughing and Ravi just shook his head. "Abd... abda... what?" Ravi asked all confused because he didn't understand what Hari said. "You know, Harry Potter?" Hari said expecting Ravi to understand but he still had that confused lost look.

The whispers started again and my focus reverted back to it. I had only been a few hours in and this book had taught me spells I never knew existed in my life. The baffling things were it felt like this book was made for me, an extension to my life. I had also found the ritual process and ingredients for the Alpha’s curse. It could have made me happy but there was a major problem. I was still engulfed in my thoughts when I suddenly saw Alpha Hansel standing before my table. I almost jumped out of fear from his predatory looks.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have any girl in this class with silver hair.” “Huh?” The word slipped out before I could stop it. I glanced back at John, then leaned forward. “My son—Harry, he’s in this class and he swears there’s a little girl with silver hair. He said she sits by the window and he even tried talking to her, but she wouldn’t respond.”

"Elif Demir." I turned. A man stood in the shadows. I hadn't seen him before, but now I couldn't look away. He was tall, broad-shouldered. His face was weathered, lined with scars and something darker. His eyes were black—completely black, with no iris, no pupil, no humanity. "Who are you?" I asked. He stepped into the light. His clothes were ragged, stained. His hair was long and matted. Around his neck, he wore a necklace of wolf teeth. Dozens of them.