Mad Eye Moody From Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“What? “Uhm, Madam Puddifoot? From Harry Potter? In Hogsmeade Village?” “You like Harry Potter?” Jackson replies with a chuckle. “I saw the movies when I was a child, but I have not thought of them much since, I suppose.” Monica’s smile is bright as she admits, “I love them. I watch all eight movies at least once a year and lost count of how many times I have also read the books years ago. But the first time I read them was with my mom, and we both fell in love with the stories.” “Who’s your favorite? Harry?”

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. Completely enjoying myself with the book and the fire, I lost all track of time. I put the book down to reach for my can of soda and caught the reflection in the window of someone standing behind my sofa. I jumped and screamed, dropping my book on the floor as I leaped to my feet and whirled around. It took me a moment to realize it was Marsh standing there. With my heart pounding so hard I thought it might come out of my chest, I yelled at him, "Jesus Christ, Marsh! Why are you sneaking up on me? You scared the shit out of me!"

She had donned a black hat and a pair of sunglasses. He had been with many fine women, and this one too in particular just caught his fleeting attention. He watched her walk past his car and into the elevator when he caught sight of her slick back ponytail. "That blonde hair…" Malfoy mumbled to himself as memories of a night in Las Vegas flashed through his mind. Among the hundreds of blonde hair shades he had seen, this one remained imprinted in his memory ever since that night.

" Sunny said proudly. "A mad promise! But you're right, because a crazy promise is also a promise! the Sentry agreed. – You will keep your promise, but only when you have agreed with the high Lord of the clone city to go outside." Gives me the willies. Sunny agreed enthusiastically.

I watch Harry's stubbornness crumbling with each passing blow on Alora- tears in his eyes "Luna Agatha says we should try the silver dust next," Monday announces with a laugh. "Directly in your eyes..." he chuckles Alora's scream that follows is unlike anything I've heard before- it is shattering, so much that I almost feel my maternal instincts for her- I almost feel pity for her and I get disappointed in myself. I am her mother, and so fucking what? Why would I feel this way for her!? Agatha, be strong!” Harry breaks.

We moved forward cautiously, the beam of Maverick’s flashlight focusing on something before passing. “Wait—go back,” I said sharply, taking the phone and flashing the light where I once saw something. And there it was. A bundle of silver robes. As the light flashed on it, features began surfacing. There, bound by chains to one of the pillars and gagged by a cloth to her mouth was—Madraya.

A fire of anger ignited within her, accompanied by a deep resentment. Upon Draco's arrival, Luna Sandra furrowed her brows and asked, "Your mother is seriously ill, and yet you're running around recklessly?" All eyes turned to Draco, revealing unpredictable expressions. But he didn't bother to look at them, only rushing to the bedside. His heart sank even further when he glanced at the figure lying on the bed. He remembered how the Third Madam used to be, full-bodied, forever wearing a gentle smile, radiating a brilliant light. The realization that the person lying there wasn't his mother struck him with a heart-piercing pang. However, this panic quickly dispersed, leaving only a sharp pain

I thought to myself. Peeking all through the door, I could see the road was clear, I tiptoed gently down the stairs, I was excited I would be able to through when I came across Maddox's mum. I almost screamed out my lungs seeing how she sat on the couch gently sipping her coffee. What is more shocking is to also see Lady Madison appear beside her. “You must be naive to think just a hit on her nape would make her look conscious,” She taunted me and I felt stupid at this.

That was one long name, she thought to herself, rolling the words around in her mind admiringly. ‘Maddy!’ This time, Maja was furious and shaking with anger at being so summarily snubbed in front of an appreciative looking audience, and Maddy looked up, her black hair plastered to her skull, sulky. “What is it, Momma?’ she sighed, like a person addressing a particularly dense child who could not comprehend.

“I'll be waiting.“ My gaze followed Zagreb as he took his leave. I pulled out a bottle of water from within my desk, twisted its cap open, and gulped down its contents. It was a ritual I often did when I was anxious. “Are you anxious?“ a familiar voice asked. Even if I was asleep, I would have been able to recognize that voice. My whole body tensed as Aiden's face came into view. Today, he was dressed in a gray shirt again and dark blue jeans. “We don't have a session today,“ my voice came out barely above a whisper. “I'm not here for a session,“ Aiden revealed, taking slow but deliberate steps toward me. “I'm here to remind you of whom you belong to.“ Before I could wrap my head around what