Marauder Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Three for Harry Potter, one for Darlings of the Forest. “Kinda got to go with Mia. D.o.F. for me.” Alice places her vote, getting a cheer from Mia. Lia sticks her tongue out at her as the movie vote comes to a three to two. “I want Harry Potter. We have seven movies we can watch with this series.” Sky chuckles out, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch and throwing it over us. Alec and Max throw in their own votes to Harry Potter. Even with Adam and Kian voting with Alice and Mia, the vote was in our favor and Mia reluctantly put on Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone.

Not one to be outdone, I also showed him how far I was willing to go for him. Dorian’s gaze flicked to our clasped hands. “You think your little spark changes the end of the story?” He grinned, then turned to the shadows behind him. “Let’s show them how this tale really ends.” Shapes stepped forward. Mara. Her face cold, lined with silver scars that hadn’t been there the last time we saw her. Her hand gripped a whip of shadow. Rhea. Pale, hollow-eyed, but her posture was stiff with barely-contained power. Magic shimmered at her fingertips like smoke.

Among them, a woman in dark clothing led the charge, her eyes sharp and calculating. Mara. Behind her came Luka and three others, each radiating fierce energy. They moved without hesitation, scattering the remaining witches like leaves in a storm. Mara leapt forward, her body twisting mid-air into her wolf form—a sleek obsidian-furred creature with glowing violet eyes. “W-what?” Emilia whispered, still frozen. She hadn’t seen Dante call anyone. How—?

“What happens to her now?” “I will take her. Somewhere far from here. Try to help her remember who she was before darkness consumed her. It may be too late. Two centuries of corruption do not wash away easily. But I owe her the attempt.” Mara’s expression hardened. “But make no mistake. If she ever regains even a fraction of her power, if she ever threatens this world again, I will kill her myself.” “Fair enough.” Over the next few days, more wolves arrived at our camp. Word had spread about what happened at Silver Crest. About a Lunar Wolf who could freeze entire battles, who could strip away dark magic, who could show mercy even to her worst enemies.

And through the smoke stepped a figure I never thought I'd see again. Mara. With an army behind her. "Nobody touches my Luna."

Makil said, his voice tight. “It doesn’t need to be,” Valerius said. “The fletching. Raven feathers, dyed green. The sigil of House Gryffen.” “He’s threatening retribution,” Arlen said, his hand going to his sword. “Not just a threat,” Leigh said, her mind, always seeing patterns, clicking the pieces into place. ” ‘You have taken something of the mountain.’ The firestone? The peace? No.” Her eyes went wide with dawning horror. She looked at the arrow again, then at her father. “He’s not talking to Makil. He’s talking tous. To our family. ’The mountain will take something of yours.’” Her blood ran cold. “The Hold. He’s going to attack the Hold.”

Mara had no idea of what the book was about; those words were all it had and the back was completely plain and painted red. ‘’I need to get out of here before the Alpha comes back’’ Mara quickly placed everything just as she had met it and walked out. Heading to the room, Luna Henrietta looked like she aged even more when she was away. This was not normal, but Mara knew her limits, she could not inquire about such. Hiding the red-painted book from the luna, Mara hands over the book of spells. Luna Henrietta, desperately flipped through the pages of the book, with all her might.

She had already slashed one considerably. I moved towards the dealer but his eyes were fixed… not on me but on Mara, his mouth opened in a chant that seemed to burn the air. “Mara! Get DOWN!” I roared, just as the spell ignited. He flung the charm forward, it had a sickly smell and a purple colored light going towards Mara.

The bond we'd severed tried to pulse back to life, a phantom pain in my chest. "She's adapted well," Mara continued. "Rides better than most of the men. They call her Ghost because she's fast and untouchable. Rook Calder, their president, keeps her close." "How close?" The question came out as a growl. "Close enough that people talk. But I couldn't confirm anything physical." Mara paused. "There's something else." She pulled out another photograph. A child. A boy, maybe four or five years old. Dark hair, bright eyes, climbing onto a motorcycle like he'd been born to it.

The girl who was staring into the mirror was not me! “Oh, darling, why are you crying?” “I don’t want to marry him,” I whispered, and more tears welled in my eyes. “You have to.” I turned to her and held her hands. “Please help me get out of this place,” I begged. Her eyes fell into sadness. “Only dead bodies get out of this place, darling. Luther is completely insane. Making him angry is just asking for death. Remember one thing: Don’t upset him if you want to live.”