Novel Of Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I shook my head squinting my eyes. “Look, I’m guessing you’ve read Harry Potter books right?” I nodded my head to the question thrown by Rilley, “It’s written by JK. Rowling right?” I nodded again,” This world is not her creation, it already exists. She wrote the book according to her experiences in this wizarding world, all the characters and places are real. Those books themselves are only that our timezones are different” “But how did she get in there? Through the barrier in Kings Cross Railway Station?” I asked.

Memories of me and Ethan sprawled on my bed or my bedroom floor reading books together, guessing each other’s Hogwarts house. It was Friday afternoon. As the classes were over before noon, I had called Jake over to help me pack all my stuff for the move. Anya would have helped, but she was in her office and had called in to make sure Jake and Andrew were behaving. “Is that Harry Potter?!” Andrew exclaimed, rushing into my room and leaning down to see the books with his big brown eyes. I grinned at him and let him see the books. “My mom gifted it to me when I was ten.”

“So what about magical creatures are we learning about today?” She grins at me before dropping a heavy book down in front of me, “History of magic creatures!” I put my face in my hands and groan, Drago chuckles from where he’s found a comfortable spot to watch us, a book in his hand. I raise my eyebrow at him, “Harry Potter?” He gives me a sheepish smile, “Don’t spoil it, I’m only on the Prisoner of Askaban.” I laugh and turn back to Serena. “Alright we’re here so let's begin.”

she asked. "Oh, it's one of the Harry Potter series books." "Which one?" "I don't know. It's an old book from a friend, and the front cover isn't there anymore." "Let me see," Ariel moved closer toward Dylan to look at the book. Dylan looked at her face that was so close to him. They were smooth, and he felt that if he touched it, it would feel like butter. He reached out and pecked her cheek. "Why did you do that? "Ariel said, giving Dylan a hard knock on his head.

Until he has me completely. I pressed my fingers into the sheets, staring into the dark. Jason and Kael thought they were protecting me by keeping things quiet, by planning a trap of our own. But Harry wasn’t someone you could outsmart easily. He was ancient. Cursed. Immortal. He had been weaving traps since before I was even born. And now, I felt him weaving one for me. The library always felt like my refuge, but that morning ,it looked different—heavier and darker. I walked between the shelves, my fingertips moving over the spines of old books. The air smelled of dust and ink, but under it was something else. A hum a force.

I thought for a moment, then it came to me, my favorite bedtime story had always been Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. “Harry Potter?” I asked. “That’s it. I thought you’d forgotten,” he said with a soft smile. But I couldn’t help wondering what did my childhood bedtime story have to do with that room? “So, let’s say... what if what’s in that room is actually the Philosopher’s Stone?” he asked, and I almost laughed out loud. This old man is really trying to mess with my head. “So you’re trying to tell me that what’s in that freaking room is the Philosopher’s Stone?” I asked, grinning.

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

“Well, mate is the first option. However, since Muggles like you don’t understand the term, perhaps I can be your lover. Or how do you Yanks say it? Your man. I can be your man.” A choked laugh escapes my mouth at his use of the word muggles. “Wait a minute?” I say, stepping closer as I run a towel down my wet hair. “Are you quoting Harry Potter?” He shrugs his shoulders with a roguish grin. “Nevaeh made me watch all seven movies. They were quite brilliant.” I arch my brows with astonishment. The idea that Azazel has sat down for hours to watch the story of a young boy’s adventures in a wizarding school is almost ludicrous. Seeing my incredulous look, Azazel places his hands on my waist and

She was slowly becoming agitated as Harry kept on staring at her and waiting for a reply. "That was a long time ago, Harry, how would you expect me to remember?" Harry raised an eyebrow, staring at her suspiciously. If there was one thing he was certain about, his little girl would never ever forget her favorite book. She talked about it a lot and it seems she read the book more than fifty times. Harry remembewred the fact that she used to explain the book to him, hook line and synched. "Well, it's Throne of glass..." He replied, still looking her up suspiciously.

“They will never even realize they turned by the time they’re away from the island.” “Huh, that’s cool.” I look at the castle off in the distance. As it gets closer, I realize just how big it is. Of course it’s big. It’s a castle. “Welcome to Hogwarts,” I mumble to myself. “Hog what?” Puma asks. “Hogwarts,” I repeat. “What?” “You know,” I say. “The school from Harry Potter.” “Who’s Harry Potter?” I narrow my eyes as I look at him.