Mad Eye Harry Potter Novels & Stories

The third one involved an evil which who had used dark magic to blast her way through the castles defense. The final vision involved a nights and green and silver armor with a red X on his chest. Although Madison believed these stories to only live in the world of make believe, he could not help to feel that there was more to this fantasy world then what April G had led on about. " MADISON,” The two adults shouted his name snapping him out of his trance. " What happened?” Madison asked. " Thank you for your concern, Mayor Pollack.” April G said as she shook his hand.” But I will keep that option as a last resort,”

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

Sleep eluded me that night. Every time I closed my eyes, his face materialized: those storm-gray eyes, that cruel, beautiful mouth. The way he had looked at me, as if I were something he yearned to shatter, or devour. I struck the thin mattress beneath me. "Stop it," I hissed, my voice a ragged whisper. "He called you a half-blood like it was a disease. He's not your enemy. He's not anything."

But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real. "Wait, so there are actually people with magical powers?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around this new information. "Yes, and it's not just limited to humans. There are also fantastic creatures like dragons, unicorns, and even talking paintings," She replied, her eyes sparkling with wonder. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like a world full of endless possibilities and adventure. "And the best part is, Harry Potter, the famous wizard, goes to Hogwarts too. He's the chosen one, destined to defeat the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort," Renee continued, her voice filled with excitement.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

I knew I would have to stay here for a minimum of six months, but I was already looking forward to the day I could buy my little place. It turns out that Derek was an architect. He explained he needed to work on some drawings for a client and disappeared into his office. I grabbed a plate full of cold pizza and some drinks, then headed up to my room. I had a date with Harry Potter and I wasn't about to miss it. I took a long bath, curled up in my robe with a fire going, and lost myself in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

He had transformed into a mighteous beast as he stared at Summer whose eyes now took the shade of two colors. One green and one red. "She has the eyes of her father and mother, she's sure an abomination." Voldemort thought to himself and charged speedly towards the abomination when all a sudden, a strong light appeared from nowhere, blinding his eyes and the eyes of the others as a teenager came out of the portal, he was the same age as Damon and Dorian. But he was black! "It's okay Amber." He softly said and chanted some inaudible spells which blinded the eyes of Voldemort and when he regained his sight they were gone.

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

It was making a mess on the floor and everything was red. It was so red. She didn't like red. She liked purple. And she hated blood. She didn't like it because it meant pain, because it meant there was a scratch or a wound. The pull on the back of her mind made her blink, and she immediately knelt and pushed his hand to his side. Hop groaned at the pressure, lips shaking as his eyes were closing. Madie was suddenly pulled to her big space. "N-no..." Madie whimpered, putting more pressure on his wound to stop the blood from coming out. He can't sleep. It was dangerous to sleep. In the movies, whenever a stabbed person closed their eyes, it meant danger. They can't sleep. He can't sleep.

“Well, mate is the first option. However, since Muggles like you don’t understand the term, perhaps I can be your lover. Or how do you Yanks say it? Your man. I can be your man.” A choked laugh escapes my mouth at his use of the word muggles. “Wait a minute?” I say, stepping closer as I run a towel down my wet hair. “Are you quoting Harry Potter?” He shrugs his shoulders with a roguish grin. “Nevaeh made me watch all seven movies. They were quite brilliant.” I arch my brows with astonishment. The idea that Azazel has sat down for hours to watch the story of a young boy’s adventures in a wizarding school is almost ludicrous. Seeing my incredulous look, Azazel places his hands on my waist and