Mad Eye Harry Potter Novels & Stories

This time, he wasn't looking at the ladies or smiling with them, he was staring at him. The old man's words were now like a background sound to the king, it was like he was speaking far from him. He ignored everything around and kept watching the young guard who pressed his lips tight and blinked several times as he tried not to break their eye contact. The court ladies touched his chest and his arms, but it didn't affect Alec. His eyes couldn't stop looking at Kenneth. He was hypnotized by his intense stare, magnetised by the mysterious scar around his eye. He was known as the Mad King, the man who kills to satisfy his thirst. But now, stood a man foreign to his eyes, a king with elegancy a

she whispered. Liam leaned closer, “Could you tell me what the first two wishes you made? You can keep the third one a secret.” “My first wish was for my mother to be healthy.” She smiled faintly, “The second wish…” She glanced at the box of presents on the table. There was a handmade mug decorated with sunflower patterns, all kinds of little gadgets she could use at work, a massager, and more… Suddenly, a small, inconspicuous-looking box made of wood set in the corner of the table caught her attention.

The teacher's loud voice helped me to avoid Nelson's question. I sighed, eyeing the teacher. She always comes late and no one had ever complained about that. It's a miracle she's not been fired. Her hot heels clinked on the ground and just like that, Nelson completely forgot all about the question. I sighed quietly, shutting my eyes. I saw the image of a guy with brown hair, icy blue eyes and a perfect jaw. Harry. My eyes flew open, a tiny gasp escaping my lips. Not only did Harry tamper with my heart, he is slowly damaging my brain box too.

I shook my head, trying to break free again but then his voice came again in my head, “I won’t hurt you, just stay a while longer” It was the screeching of the types that stopped behind me that broke the trance. I snapped to my senses and realized he was doing something to me. Trying to control my senses! “Pops, should we wait for you?” I heard behind me and I went blue with shock. Oh God. Poppy is back!! I was still with Edwin Clark in his arms, facing the street and had nothing but a towel on. Poppy’s gonna murder me!! I looked at him with petrification and wanted to talk but I heard his voice in my head again, “Don’t talk. Focus!” Then audibly, he continued, “She won’t see you”

Blonde hair and hazel eyes. The same shade of eyes for each one. Yet, she couldn't believe her eyes. She didn't want to anyway. It was horrific, he never saw something like that even in her worst nightmares. But that was only because her brain always woke her up before such a horrific image covered her mind.

"Alright... The remains of a dead otter... It was still so tiny. I took a guess that it was still a newborn when it died. I did not understand the idea behind all this. But after you mentioned about spells and charms, I think I start to get the idea..." . "Yeah... But what kind of dark magic do they use in this modern world? Even using a dead animal as their tool. Sick. Sick to the head. Sick to the mind." . "That's not all, Harry... There were also yellow, rotten teeth inside there. Precisely three pieces. It was so disgusting, I literally almost puked upon discovering it all." .

I hated it when she let the dragon do the steering. “Sure, but she can’t act.” I waved my hand about. “‘Mondo Retardo. Oh Harry, I’ve made myself sound like a posh girl from the 1930s for no reason.’ Look at a decent child actor like the kid in Sixth Sense, then look at midget Mary Poppins. What the actual fuck?” Whatever Maurice’s point about the Horcrux was, it got lost in the barrage of abuse I fought off for the next hour. Sometimes it’s good to let people vent a bit.

"Please?" "Wrong." I turned my head away again. "Abracadabra?" I shook my head. "Ugh! Clue?" "Harry Potter." "Avada Kedavra?" I scowled at him. "Kill me, why don't you?" He pressed his fingers to his forehead. "That's the only one I know." "VulneraSanentur." I finally answered. "Because you wound me." Colton sent a flat look. "Get out."

His words echo. I shake my head and try to get to my feet. "They used a blocking spell on him. It will take a while for him to pull himself together. He is drunk on the magic they used," Libby says. Alpha Mayhem shakes me. "Stop, that will not help, Alpha," Mother Agnes says. "Help me to my feet, please," I ask Alpha Mayhem. I am so weak. I cannot stand it. Alpha Mayhem pulls me to my feet, but my knees buckle. Alpha Mayhem leads me over to a chair in the kitchen.

It’s dangerous yet I find myself wanting those captivating eyes to never look away. It frightens me to my core and I panic. “My real name is Harry and I come from a hidden world known as Hogwarts. My grandmother is Gandalf.” I sound stupid, I’m so stupid. The fumbling words leave my mouth before I can control them. I expect confusion from him, or maybe he’d look at me like I am some weirdo, but…he laughs. He laughs out freely. The laughter stems deep from within him, rich with real cheerfulness. As always, I’m entranced by it. The wind picks up the sound fast, playing it in the air.