Marge Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Harve explained, "Marge cleaned her up and got her some clothes and underwear. She only had that raggy dress thing on. Marge did her hair, too." "Jack?" I looked up from my phone into my sister's eyes, "Jade?"

he muttered under his breath, "you guys seem pretty close." Maria fiddled with her sweaty finger and the plush, ticklish rug suddenly didn't fun anymore. Instead, she felt hot and her clothes nothing but itchy disturbances, she was being taunted by her thoughts. "We are just people, I guess. Maybe friends, nothing more." Nothing more, she emphasized it, Harry was the last person on earth she'd ever imagine being with. He wasn't that person, he wasn't.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:45 AM Larry Potter was doing a fine impression of a fish outside the water at the moment. What he just saw was some very amazing stuff, even when magic is taken into account. But then, he only knew this magic world for a little more than a year, so he didn't have much of a base to compare. Larry Potter then looked at his Head of House, and paused. Even if she was not doing a fish outside the water impression, she was looking at Erik with wide eyes.

He said. I stared at him in disbelief, all these years she was a Witch after all. A powerful one at that. Whatever spell she used to hide her identity was surely a powerful one. But that wasn’t why I was terrified to the core, it was because the moment had finally arrived. Where my lie would soon be exposed. I just froze as he did the introductions with Simon and his mother. “Alpha Hansel, would you give Elle and I a moment please, we’ll be back soon.” Eve pitched and he nodded before she took me outside.

I change into my comfy pumpkin pjs and furry tanktop while harry gets changed into sweatpants he apparently got with him and I lend him his shirt, but just for tonight with a promise to return it back in the morning . Along with kisses and cuddling. We decide to have a moviethon with popcorn and cold drink. Lots of it. We also order a pizza for dinner. I pop us some popcorns while he sets the movie and get us blankets .We decide on the harry potter series since its long and interesting and also because we have discovered that we're both potterheads.

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.

I stole a glance at a second screen, not having even realized the old bat’s office light had gone dark, her form limping across one screen to my right and over into the main frame. “Marge Tepadill, head Archivist, at your service.” Marge extended her bony, gnarled hand towards Sirius. He bowed gracefully and instead of just taking it, he kissed it. Marge’s face went stark still for a moment, completely shocked. And then, Goddess be damned, she giggled.

I was dragging the bike up the gravel path when I heard a screen door scrape open. “You look like you’re one busted spark plug away from throwing that thing in a ditch,” a woman called out. I turned to see her leaning against the doorframe, cigarette in one hand, steaming mug in the other. Gray hair in a messy bun, a T-shirt that said Hell Ain’t Hot Enough, and a face that could cut through drywall. “Marge,” she said, introducing herself. “I keep the books and remind the boys to wash their hands before eating.”

Her nervous face seemed relieved. After seeing it, I started eating again. While chewing the juicy steak in my mouth, I suddenly remembered the girl with a mask. The one and only Magda. I stopped eating and leaned my back on my seat. I remembered that Magda is living in the village where Angela lives. The village is small so it's possible she knew the mystery woman. "Angela..." I called out. She looked at me and stopped eating. "Yes, Clark?" she asked. I took a deep breath and released it slowly.

" Would you even be standing here if I had blown up the house?" He crossed his arms over his chest, a smug tugging at one side of his lips. " Yeah right, all thanks to Merlin who showed up to fix everything with just a simple magic trick," I playfully winked at him then moved my gaze to mom whose mouth was agape. " With the second help of my beloved friend, Harry Potter,”