Marge Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

I muttered “how am I supposed to know about my witch side, Martha seems to be avoiding me, she’s a witch yes?, who’s gonna help?” There was some silence and then “Margot Oswald”

I heard dogs wag their tails if they were excited, and that's what everyone was doing. Except for the single one on the corner. And the biggest cage of all. I tried to stop Anya from going there but failed. She was already standing in front of the metal cage taller than her. I gaped in horror and disbelief. It was a huge furry animal, but I doubted it was a dog. But then, why would they place it in the dog's room? "Is that a unicorn?" Anya innocently asked. More like a monster, I thought, but knew it was best to leave unsaid in front of the kid. It looked more like a monster who devoured other animals and even people at night. I couldn't tell if the massive frame was because of its muscles o

His knees gave in, and then he collapsed to the floor. He tried to haul himself back up on his feet, but he couldn't. "Zora, you must be joking, right?" he cried, bursting into tears. "Get up now! This isn't funny at all. It's just a minor surgery. How could you possibly die?" I hovered above him, trying to touch his head. Yet, my hand went right through his body. So it turned out that I still had some effect on Simon. But I was already dead—I couldn't comfort him even if I wanted to.

In his gruff voice, laced with anger he responds curtly. "I am not Terror Marge and I am certainly not your darling. My name is Teddy and I am here to pay you back for all you did me. Oh I will multiply everything by ten !" We all look at each other amusedly, wondering how he would multiply everything. Particularly by ten. That Marge character, scowls and take out her snake like wand and retorts "You will not disrespect me boy! I will not have you think that you are now above me. Now sit!"

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

To me, she was just a friend who I can rely on for sharing the troubles and jokes. "Hello, Harper. My name is Margareth, but people call me Margie, practically." Margie said as she had a hand shake with Harper. "What a beautiful name." Harper exclaimed excitedly. I then responded, "Of course, she has it. It flawlessly describes her visual, doesn't it, Harper?" Recognizing the words I uttered, Harper pursed her lips directly. The feeling of jealousy also painted well on her mesmerizing pretty looks. Therefore, she said, "All right then. I'll be waiting downstairs since you two still look busy. Anyway, glad to see you, Margareth."

It is nothing but a normal day at the pack after all. About an hour later, I feel a gentle tap on my shoulder and look behind me to find the gentle face of Marge looking at me with a soft smile. Marge is an old Omega lady in her sixties, whom I have known my whole life. Though her life, just as that of every other Omega, has been nothing but hard, she has the kindest heart I have ever seen on any person and the most gentle of smiles. “Jane dear, why don’t you help me take Alpha Xavier’s tray up to his room?” she implores, “I’ll take over these for you until you get back”, she adds, pointing towards the dishes.

she mumbled, checking the pantry and fridge. Margot was peeling the pumpkin she was going to use in making soup when Harry came in. She glanced at him quietly and watched as he poured himself a glass of cold water. Margot was still not comfortable having him around but she chose to let him be as long as he wouldn’t disturb her peace. She was pretty much ignoring him even when he started a conversation. “Oh! You’re finally cooking. I miss the food you make, hon.” Harry walked behind her, making Margot flinch. He wrapped his arms around her waist only to be pushed by her.

After a while they saw a rather large hut. There were shadows of several people sitting there. Gradually it became clear who was there. I squinted my eyes repeatedly trying to be sure, in the while gathering my awareness to realize what was happening. Someone waved from there. "Mother!?" Why is mom here? And, next to it. "Paklik Totok!?" I looked at mr. Kusuma with my surprise. He smiling his smile, showed a smug expression. A turn out this is his job.