Marge Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"I think we've outgrown full-time education ... Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?," — Fred Weasley, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead | Mey and The Talk of The Century I was about to close the front door when I heard my mom's voice yelling my full name. "MEY WANG!!" I quickly locked the door and walked towards the kitchen. I dropped the groceries on the counter before I went to the living room to hear whatever she had in mind. "Yes?"

On the next day. Harvey York had arrived at the Cloudes’ Media Company early in the morning. Harvey came to the office hall and saw Margie Cloude’s giant poster. Margie on the poster seemed gloriously radiant and charming, as if she were a goddess. “She’s just some family’s collateral relative. She was only a little-known on the internet during that time, not bad being able to get this far… “But selling out her own boyfriend, heheh…”

Brandon says but I still won't budge. Eventually, I do and I watch someone named Harry and Ron riding a flying car and getting tangled up in a giant moving tree. Then there is this lady that's apparently the vice-principal and the head for a house called Griffindoor or something like that, what's her name Mrs McDonald's? I like her. Now and then we both laugh and I enjoy it when his chest rises and falls against my head. This is nice.

“They will never even realize they turned by the time they’re away from the island.” “Huh, that’s cool.” I look at the castle off in the distance. As it gets closer, I realize just how big it is. Of course it’s big. It’s a castle. “Welcome to Hogwarts,” I mumble to myself. “Hog what?” Puma asks. “Hogwarts,” I repeat. “What?” “You know,” I say. “The school from Harry Potter.” “Who’s Harry Potter?” I narrow my eyes as I look at him.

"Hello, my name is Mia Yard." Having said that, Mia stretched out her hand. "Hello, my name is Hattie." Hattie was somewhat flattered. She thought that the daughters of wealthy families would have their noses in the air. "Senior York, Hattie is a commoner, right?" Mia asked, turning to look at Lucas. Lucas nodded but did not give any further explanation. Soon after that, a woman in her twenties walked in. The woman was none other than Maren!!! If Lucas had not given Maren a Super Health Potion that day, there was no way she would have live to see the sun the next day.

Marge dipped her finger in the bowl and started drawing a magic circle with her own blood , it was a long tedious work after all she had to draw it perfectly without a slightest bit of mistake , If she failed who knows what kind of back lash she will suffer . She finished the last set of magic spells and placed a small pile of golden blonde hair in the centre of the magic circle , then she took out the vial that held the deadliest poison of hell and poured it all upon the small pile of golden blonde hair , dying it red . Once the last drop of the poison matted the pile of blonde hair , the magic circle shone with a furious red light... black lighting struck the ceiling and Marge found hersel

~ SIENNA ~ “What are you doing here?” Harry finally broke the silence. We all knew exactly who he was talking to. “I should be asking you that, Mr. Thimble. Did you both miss your way to your hotel?” Margo snapped back, standing from the couch, comfort show forgotten. I was first mortified at the name calling, then relieved when I realized Harry didn’t know the context of the name, Mr. Thimble. “I’m in my house, Margo. I can’t say the same for you.”

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

She must be a witch. "Good job. Now let's move onto a bit harder stuff." Marge pulled out a full-length steel sword.

Morgana explained with a sad smile on her face. I wondered why she looked sad despite the smile. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Who did this?" Sage asked with squinted eyes. "Cause I'm sure this isn't a thing back at the kingdom. This is related to black magic." He frowned. "Yeah, it isn't a thing in our world since it's a spell." Morgana shrugged. "But someone went extra miles to protect the people." "That must be Mila." Sage said. "She never grows up. The risk is huge." He complained.