Mary Macdonald Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Raven My lips are quivering with words unsaid as memories of the past swarm through my brain. I see my mother making coffee, smiling before I pack my lunch for school. She always sat at our table, ready with breakfast, and now I understand why she was never in a hurry—all she needed was for me to leave so she could open up a portal. Julia, my mother, worked at the Magic Academy, and the vision clearly showed that Daisy is eviler than I initially thought. The girl is an evil mastermind, and I never knew!

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

I grabbed her other hand and settled in for a dual marathon event: Harry Potter movies and the winner of the Waiting Game. Damn, I'm glad she crashed into Thane.

Waiting for orders. And in that moment, I knew we'd won something important. Not the whole fight. But this battle. Because now everyone was watching. The explosion came from the north entrance. Not a physical explosion. Magical. Ice and power and rage that sent wolves scrambling for cover. Lady Macbeth strode into the ballroom like a queen returning to her kingdom. Her hands crackled with stolen power. Her eyes held madness barely contained. And her smile was the kind that promised death. "Did you really think," she said, voice amplified by magic, "that exposing documents would stop this? That showing proof would make powerful wolves suddenly care about dead children?"

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.

***** It took exactly four days for Algebra MacMayer to hatch her revenge plan. And by hatch, I mean scribble it down with a stolen quill from her father’s office while muttering curses and burning her toast. Because yes—her revenge plan involved toast. And glitter. And a horse named Princess Murderclaw (who was actually just a borrowed palace pony named Buttercup). She was, in her own words, “a brilliant, dangerous, sorceress of the elder bloodline,” and in reality, just a glorified theater kid with bad judgment and access to questionable scrolls.

Chris leaned down, whispering in my ear, “Mom looks like that lady who comes and takes over Hogwarts for a while. What was her name?” “Professor Umbridge?” I snorted, remembering Chris’ obsession with Harry Potter. I’m almost positive we watched every movie at least five times before I couldn’t stand it any longer. “YES!” his voice echoed around the otherwise silent space and the woman in question turned around with an unimpressed look on her face before plastering the fakest smile I’d ever seen. “Chris. Rosalind,” she chirped, “I am so glad you two could make it.” Like we had a choice.

This bitch took me to Universal Studios for the day! I was like a kid in the candy store. I have the greatest best friend in the world. We had a great time. I mean the ride was not too long, but long enough that I was complaining by the time we showed up at the park. But it was well worth it. We are both huge Harry Potter nerds, and so naturally, she took me to Harry Potter World. The part of Universal Studios that is like you are in the wonderful world of wizards. I bought a wand, that makes certain areas seem like you are doing magic. It was great. I had a blast. We went on some rides, and ate some good food, and spent the entire day just having fun. “Katie, we need to do the harry potter

A period where bonding and manipulation took place to its immeasurable depth. "Hello? Who am I speaking with?" Harry's voice came pushing from the other end. "Hi, Harry. It's Maria." She could pretend to have questions about Jackson's schedule, anything that brought her closer to him. She needed all the help she could get to achieve her dreams.

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.