Montague Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have any girl in this class with silver hair.” “Huh?” The word slipped out before I could stop it. I glanced back at John, then leaned forward. “My son—Harry, he’s in this class and he swears there’s a little girl with silver hair. He said she sits by the window and he even tried talking to her, but she wouldn’t respond.”

MAEVE'S POV "We are so screwed," Nyla muttered as we approached the crooked cottage that looked like it might collapse if you breathed on it wrong. The Mad Mage's cottage sat in a clearing surrounded by twisted trees that seemed to lean away from it, like even they knew something was off. Smoke was coming from the chimney in an unnatural way.

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

SELENE POV I had all but given up trying to free myself from Tor's iron grip by the time he strode back into the settlement with me slung over his shoulder like some type of trophy. It was times like these that I wished my magical abilities went beyond healing and defensive spells as I fantasized about the h*ll I would unleash on this arrogant b*stard with his superiority complex. I was brought out of my fantasies when I noticed people in the village streets were stopping to stare at the spectacle of me being hauled like a bag of grain. Unable to stand one more moment of this embarrassment, I conceded.

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

He blew out a breath, and a gust of smoke filled the air. I blanched. Was he suggesting I not destroy the vampire queen? He went on before I could ask. "Who do you have with you, Snow White?" I moved to the side, preoccupied with my thoughts, but desirous to show the dragon respect. "This is Gabe. He is the leader of the chayot." "Ah, yes. Oberon's half-human son. Aren't you a sight?" He sounded sarcastic. Gabe stepped forward, his features stony. "You knew my - Oberon?"

We snapped our heads to him, but my brother had already disappeared. “Fuck!!” Cassius grunted in frustration. “That Mac contains very important information. If Devitos get their hands on it, it’ll surely destroy us.” “Mr. Cassius Spraggins.” A deep and dangerous voice said. We turned to the man in the suit; he was already watching us. He had a gray beard and gray hair. His skin was tanned and tight, but he looked to be in his fifties. He was old, but it didn’t make him look weaker. He looked dangerous.

Yet, here I am, in a castle where I’m about to attend school. “Do the stairs change positions?” I whisper to Forrest, since he is the closest to me. He raises an eyebrow. “Why would they do that?” “Never mind,” I mumble. Right. I forgot. They don’t even know what Harry Potter is. “Explain yourself,” he demands, not leaving me room to argue. I roll my eyes. Forrest truly is the “alpha.” “It’s from this movie,” I say, waving my hand. Though, it’s much more than just a movie. It’s easier to explain it this way though.

“What? “Uhm, Madam Puddifoot? From Harry Potter? In Hogsmeade Village?” “You like Harry Potter?” Jackson replies with a chuckle. “I saw the movies when I was a child, but I have not thought of them much since, I suppose.” Monica’s smile is bright as she admits, “I love them. I watch all eight movies at least once a year and lost count of how many times I have also read the books years ago. But the first time I read them was with my mom, and we both fell in love with the stories.” “Who’s your favorite? Harry?”

Harry dug his fingernails into the palms of his hands before jerking his head in the affirmative to the Mad One's question. "So, you're a moron, Harry of the Red Moon pack," Black growled through his teeth. Then he slowly uncrossed his arms and took three steps back. "Show me your wolf, Harry." A nervous spasm made the corners of Harry's mouth twitch. The Mad One had purposely not used his title to address him. Did he want to see his wolf? So be it. Black would understand why no one was more qualified to be the head of the Red Moon than he was.