Mary Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Lucas orders gaining a nod of agreement from everyone. As usual, Bella was dressed in her black top and rugged pants. Though the leather jacket she now wore was black, a contrast to the usual red she wore. Her brown locks were secured in a ponytail, an earpiece being in her ear. Strapped on her back was her AR-15 rifle. A pistol and a set of knives placed securely in her holsters. "Ready?" Harriot, the man Bella had tasked to lower her down with a rope, asked. "Yeah." She responded, as the man slowly lowered the rope. After a couple seconds, the tips of Bella's feet reached the ground. She gave the rope a tug, signaling Harriot that she had reached the floor.

Oh my God. "I think it's okay. Harry Potter-ish." I hear her say, but I ignore her. On my forehead lay a scar, a prominent one, so ugly. "It's okay, better than The Dark Mark" She says, and I snap. "Enough with the Harry Potter bullshit!" "You don't like Harry Potter?" Her eyebrows rises. Reluctantly turning away from the mirror, I say "I don't know who the fuck Harry Potter is. Who the hell are you, and what do you want?"

He sat down, opened his notebook and started sketching. What he was sketching,he didn't know but his hands moved over the paper. His pencil just drew something he didn't know and wouldn't know until he was finished. He also couldn't see that his eyes were now glowing blue. How could he? At the end of his sketch, he looked at his work. It was the sea dweller. A perfect image of Cordelia with a crown atop her head. He flipped a few pages. The book was filled with previous sketches of Cordelia, a princess, A queen, A captain and a few other characters. The topics of Harry's dreams.

After parting the curtain a little in an unnoticeable manner, Harry peeped to see if he could recognise anyone. At first, all he could see were three teenage boys in a hoodie. Later when he began to pick words from the conversation, he realised there was only a masculine in the trio; the others appeared to be feminine. This was vindicated when one pulled her hoodie off her head, and shaked her hair. It was a short bub, and Harry couldn't remember where he'd seen this person, but he was sure the face was familiar — he just couldn't place it right.

Ava said using her Vampire speed to appear before them. "Oh someone's hearing ability has improved greatly," Lady Mary teased."She's so pretty. what is her name" "Adrianna," "This is for her," Lord jack handed a piece of necklace to Ava. "Thank you," Ava smiled lightly. "So we're not sure what type of witch she is? We do not want to put our people's life in danger," Marcus blurted out. "Excuse me?" Ava asked offended. "We'll start watching her," Aiden replied giving Ava a reassuring smile."And about the girl,if you see her again or any other signs,be sure to let me know"

I, Morrigan of Hymir, the current queen of the blessed lands of Hymir, hereby abstain from my position as the monarch and mother of the nation. For I have sinned a thousand unforgivable sins. My hands are tainted with the blood of innocents and thus haunt me from night and day.

Unconscious. "There you are, child! Welcome to my home." Lady Maria announced and sat on the edge of his hay bed. Then Harry shrieked. "Who the hell is this?" pointing to the paralyzed woman beside him. When he touched her, Lady Magda vanished, which earn them a gasp and a surprised "oh" and some "Oh shit!" The body of Lady Magda had dissolved like it was never there in the first place like the whole thing had been a perceptible trick.

“Auntie Julie”, she cried with tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. “I don’t want to go to that school anymore!” Julie made the monumental decision to be the guardian of her late sister Mara’s beautiful daughter when she died shortly after giving birth to Hannah. Being a mother isn’t easy, even for a normal child and Julie knew this. The problem was that Hannah wasn’t a normal child, and Julie learned when Hannah was very young that she had a strange ability to just know things.

“Mrs—Mrs Gold! I-I'm sorry—I was… I was looking for you to ask something…!” Abby frantically tried to explain herself, but Harriet looked very displeased at her presence and snapped at her in a low, terrifying voice. "Insolent. Who are you to enter someone's room without permission? Get out of here and never set foot in this house again." Harriet was very surprised when she opened her eyes. Slowly her vision, which had been pitch black, showed a dim picture of her room. But she was even more surprised when she saw a black silhouette reaching toward the wooden box that contained the Philosopher's Stone.

ARIA I had an odd and disturbing dream. It was nothing like my terrifying vision of Tyrion and me, but it still left my heart wildly pounding and my body tense. In my dream, I was merely an observer. I saw two little, smiling girls, and somehow I knew that it was Harriet and her sister. Harriet had her brown hair tied in a cute ponytail while her red-haired sister's hair was braided. They both wore similar dark-gray dresses with long sleeves, resembling the long robes the coven witches had. They were running through a flowery meadow. Then, they stopped to spin around among the flowers. At one moment, a butterfly sat on Harriet's finger. Harmony tried to touch it, but the butterfly flew away.