Mad Eye Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Way to throw me under the bus in an instant. The boy looked up, giving me a clear view of his face. Flawless skin, way to flawless for his own good with pale skin. His hairs were jet black and a pair of round glasses sat over his nose. If I didn't know better, I would say Harry Potter had come to life. All in all, he was an absolute nerd. He stared at Alex's outstretched hand in terror before turning his gaze to me and locked there. 'Her... her eyes... they a-are-'

The girl was feeling like a delicate bird in front of him. Azfarin's hair was so tangled that tears came to her eyes due to the pain. The man with the horrible face was staring at her from top to bottom. What happened was that the veins of Azfarin's white neck were becoming clear. The whole body was trembling. The neck and face were drenched in sweat under the influence of fear and heat. A wave of fear ran through Azfarin's wheelbarrow. He put his face very close to Azfarin's face. "The Macy's Moote Harin Brain"

She looked like a replica of Harley Quinn, only more waif-like. "What are you looking at?" The girl asked sharply. "Your eyes," Maddie said "Are they always like that?" "Yes. I can control people's minds with my eyes" The girl replied and her eyes changed to a pure-white consistency, similar to cataracts. "You can–what?"

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:45 AM Larry Potter was doing a fine impression of a fish outside the water at the moment. What he just saw was some very amazing stuff, even when magic is taken into account. But then, he only knew this magic world for a little more than a year, so he didn't have much of a base to compare. Larry Potter then looked at his Head of House, and paused. Even if she was not doing a fish outside the water impression, she was looking at Erik with wide eyes.

"You were supposed to be dead! How are you still alive? I saw the horde swallow you!" Wade looked just as shattered. He staggered back several steps, lost his balance, and crashed to the ground. Then, a foul, yellow stain spread rapidly down his pant leg. The camp commander turned deathly pale as his body quivered uncontrollably. Realizing disaster had arrived, he shouted in a stammering panic, "Guards! Guards! Arrest this traitor!" "I'd like to see any of you try." I ignored their terror and unleashed the full force of my Tier Seven abilities.

Her eyes filled with wonder as she lifted one brow and asked, "For?" I looked deeply into her eyes as I replied, "For being you." * * * "I think we've outgrown full-time education ... Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?," — Fred Weasley, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead | Mey and The Talk of The Century I was about to close the front door when I heard my mom's voice yelling my full name. "MEY WANG!!"

“I guess the mind slips faster when an inner wolf is mystically sealed away permanently?” She grabbed 3 tea mugs, putting a white powder in all three mugs. No matter which they drank from, all would be rendered paralyzed from head to toe, with the exception of Lyria. She’s what the wolves call a Nightshade. From a young age she been force fed multiple poisons to bring honor, jobs, and wealth by doing the unspeakable. Noni and Shae came back in the kitchen just in time. “Here, we need to relax and breather for a secong.” Lyria pushed the mugs in front of them.

"I work with spirits. Ancestors, guides—sometimes even the not-so-friendly ones." Rita’s eyebrows shot up. "Like… ghosts?" "Mmm, more like echoes." Pru’s voice dropped to a whisper. "The dead leave imprints. I can read them. Sometimes, I can even borrow their knowledge." "That’s incredible," Rita breathed. Freda smirked. "And my magic—" But before she could continue, they reached their classroom, and the door swung open to reveal their instructor—a vampire. Tall, pale, and dressed in an immaculate suit, he looked like he’d stepped out of a Victorian painting.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

Daisy hurriedly explained. "You're wasting my time. I think I have to do this." He said and I turned to face him 'cause I didn't understand what he wanted to do. Turning back to look at him, I inhaled some sort of powder and my thinking changed. "Will you follow me now?" Sage asked with a smile. "Yeah, sure." I answered and gasps filled the air. "Sage" Morgan roared. "You know black magic is forbidden in this kingdom. How dare you use it?"