Mischief Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

‘‘Don’t know where your mind has been, Michael, but from what I know as a teacher, you are done when I say you are! ‘‘Sir, it’s Alonso.’’ Tammy corrected, causing the class to laugh. ‘‘I don’t care!’’ he turned to face Tammy, ‘‘Both names are in the bible, no?’’ While Mr Russell was tackling Tammy, Alonso threw Andy a paper containing answers at knee level just high enough to be caught in mid-air and too low to be seen by anyone. The boys had planned something like this because they knew the inevitability of Mr Russell’s crazy schemes. One time, Mr Russell hid the school hamster in Andy’s bag just to get him in trouble.

S'mores are a favorite of mine, so I always have the ingredients around to make them. "Obviously not the ways of the world according to Trick," she teases, the dimple showing up in her cheek again. "You both have a lot to learn when it comes to the ways of my world. Don't worry, I'm a good teacher." Hadley inhales deeply, speaking softly. "That's kinda what I'm afraid of."

“It’s me. I’ve got you.” I froze for half a second, mortified even through the haze of nausea, but my body didn’t seem to care about my pride the way my brain did. Another wave hit before I could pull back, and he held my hair the whole time, one hand steady against my back, like he’d done this before, like it didn’t disgust him the way I was sure it should have. “I’m sorry,” I managed, when there was finally a pause long enough to speak. “You shouldn’t have to see this.”

It made my blood boil. Harry hadn’t done anything wrong, not really. He had just wanted to teach that insufferable little brat in his class a lesson. It wasn’t his fault the boy was such a delicate little flower, wilting at the slightest touch. Harry had only meant to scare him, just a little. A harmless prank that had gotten... blown out of proportion. I had fought tooth and nail to bury that stain. I had exhausted favors, called in debts, and paid handsomely to ensure Harry’s record remained clean. And now? Some fool thought they were being clever by bringing it all up again.

I straddled him to deepen the kiss when we heard a whistle behind us. “If I had known you guys would give this kind of show, I would’ve brought popcorn.” I broke away to see George and Harry walking towards them. I jumped up to greet them, pulling them both into a hug. “What are you guys doing here?!” “You think we’ll leave you going against a crazy witch without our help. Besides, I have never seen a grimoire up close before,” Harry said with a sparkle in his eye. I looked at George, who rolled his eyes as Harry gushed about the books Mirja let him keep.

Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.” I’ve seen other witches wandering around campus with theirs. Random floating objects or a slew of different animals saunter around with their witches. Some were as small as a pixie while others stretched high towards the ceiling, towering over the lot of us. There have been moments when I’ve thought what mine could possibly be. “Do you have one?”

It is hard to chew it as I try my best to smile innocently at Sky who sighs and pokes my full cheeks, commenting that I look like a chipmunk. “Option one from about two hundred and fifty years ago, the Harry Potter Series.” Lia chimes in, motioning the pile of seven movie sitting on the edge of the coffee table. I laugh, watching as Lia begins to take the first movie – Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone. I movie full of magic and a revolution at the end. Seems fitting to what I am dealing with right now. “What the other option?” Sky asks, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pressing a kiss on my forehead.

But that would only happen for a normal human. I pulled out a strand of my hair and then my eyes gleamed Scarlett red. I chanted a spell as I held on to the hair and it suddenly turned to a small bird. I let the bird fly out through the window, controlling it till it landed somewhere in the forest. It was a simple teleportation spell. One I never learnt or remembered acquiring in the first place. All I knew was, the spell was always in me and now again, it was going to be handy for me. My eyes gleamed red again as I chanted the finishing spell. I closed my eyes and as I opened them, the moonlight's gaze was what welcomed me first and the gentle breeze that came with it. It was mainly dark bu