Montague Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"We discussed the rules. I still haven't reddened that sexy ass. For the record, going in what is still his house without me is the same as one of his cars." My behind tingled and grin returned at his threat. It wasn't just the warning but the way the talk of his spanking my ass made his blue eyes shimmer. "Yes, Mr. Demetri." Nox's lips quirked upward as he reached for my hand. Together we ascended the steps to an opening door. "Magic?" he asked in a whisper. "It's like Hogwarts," I said. "No, seriously, the Montague staff is magic. They can appear and disappear. I'm not sure how they do it."

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

I drop him immediately. “Hey!” Harry shouts indignantly. “He’s an Alpha! Have some respect!” “You take his legs, then!” I can feel my ears burn. Robert Montgomery is wickedly attractive even with the scarring on his face, and I would rather not look at him any more than I have to. It’s bad enough that I’m harboring a crush on this man; do I have to look at his naked form, too? My heart can only take so much!

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

Two months went by and we were also a week away from Matt's 18th birthday. The man loves to read, so I decided to buy him the complete series of Harry Potter. He loves the books more than the movies. He couldn't afford the whole series, so this is the perfect gift. And also, the wand. He is a Potter head. I saw him walking to his locker, I ran towards him and jumped on his back. "There she is." He chuckled. "You're almost eighteen." I said while hugging him. He's older than us for a few months.

Monty growled and then shifted his gaze at her and gave her an apologetic smile, one that wasn’t wide enough to be considered a smile but it was Monty, the man barely showed emotion. “Sorry about them Miss Halle, they’re all stupid,” He said, not missing a word. That earned him boisterous laughter from the rest of the table. The man sitting closer to him scoffed. He had silky and beautiful long blonde hair, it reached his shoulders and Halle noticed that he had a scrunchie around his wrist. “We’re not stupid, Monty’s just boring!” He said and then gestured Halle forward. “Please come,” He pulled out the empty chair that was next to him, “Join us,”

"He's Roland Montague's enemy." *

Harry wasn’t exactly human. When they got serious, Harry revealed his secret to Mom. Somehow, he didn’t pick up on the fact Mom sucks eggs at keeping secrets. Not even five minutes passed before she told me. Luckily for Harry, I can keep secrets. You see, Harry’s a werewolf. I know what you’re thinking — run, this guy is totally crazy! That’s exactly what I told Mom, so she convinced Harry to do the change into a wolf thing in front of me.

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.

He narrowed his eyes rudely without inviting them in. “I am Caster Slegh.” Caster introduced pleasantly even though he wasn’t expecting an older gentleman to open the door. He was expecting to see a distraught Mira; He had his most charming smile to warm her troubled heart. “Why would I care who the hell you are?” Harry was known not just for his humor and wit… back in the day, he was also known for his vicious tongue and swift sword. It was Matthew’s modesty when he told Mira that he and Harry didn’t have any skills; Even a rock that stays near a perfumed flower for too long would have a fragrance. How could they be sworn brothers with Jerome and not have his skills.