Occamy Harry Potter Novels & Stories

But I don’t see anything and no longer have the feeling. “Hedwig, I think I am losing it.” I look to the bed for him, only to realize I left him in the floor. “OMG I am so sorry!” I rush to pick him up hugging and giving me a kiss before putting him on the bed. “There you go. Now I am going to shower get snuggly and we will get some cereal and put on Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. And before you ask, we can’t skip any movies. Because if I when I get rejected again if I die, I will not go out without having seen them all at least once!” I say as I go through my drawers till, I find my Gryffindor rob onesies and head to the shower. Soon as I start to wash, I realize I forgot to put on

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

This Transformation technique was extremely magical, and others wouldn’t be able to tell whether it was real or fake. Alex sneered and deliberately said, “Heh heh, why can’t I be here? Hermione Yggdrasil, are you with that guy called Dummy? Following him makes you my enemy. Now, hurry up and kneel and lick my toes, and I might consider sparing your life.” “What? You…”

― 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.

He had transformed into a mighteous beast as he stared at Summer whose eyes now took the shade of two colors. One green and one red. "She has the eyes of her father and mother, she's sure an abomination." Voldemort thought to himself and charged speedly towards the abomination when all a sudden, a strong light appeared from nowhere, blinding his eyes and the eyes of the others as a teenager came out of the portal, he was the same age as Damon and Dorian. But he was black! "It's okay Amber." He softly said and chanted some inaudible spells which blinded the eyes of Voldemort and when he regained his sight they were gone.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

There was a lot more to see, little wonder yet he couldn't figure things out easily especially with the one-eyed witch on his trail. "The one who could touch my heirloom, the one who could open the codex of a demon." "A what? Are you serious?" Tommy was horrified. He did not expect her to say it allowed, not after reading their minds. 'But really?' He expected more or maybe less. He knew this era was quite remarkable, he wanted to claw his way out of the filth of dysfunction. When he first peek over the horizon and see their mind without the haze of displeasure. Without any filter, with the naked eye and the brain open to the beauty of this reality, amazement arrives.

"Please?" "Wrong." I turned my head away again. "Abracadabra?" I shook my head. "Ugh! Clue?" "Harry Potter." "Avada Kedavra?" I scowled at him. "Kill me, why don't you?" He pressed his fingers to his forehead. "That's the only one I know." "VulneraSanentur." I finally answered. "Because you wound me." Colton sent a flat look. "Get out."

Harry crosses his arms and clears his throat. “Excuse me?” He demands. Cam looks at him innocently. “What?” she asks sweetly. “Have you been experimenting with untested potions on me?” He asks. I can’t tell if he’s mad or not, his tone gives nothing away. Cam just smirks. “Nah, I test them out on the other Incubus who follows me around. No big deal.” She says casually. I notice Harry tense up. Interesting. As an Incubus he’s not usually prone to jealousy. This should be interesting.

His obsidian-black eyes held an unreadable glint as he gazed at her, unwavering. Arabella instantly felt a sense of unease. She recognized him—Adam. Harry’s cousin. A man known for his ambition, intelligence, and cunning nature. Dressed in a sharp black suit over a crisp white shirt, he exuded class and refinement. But there was something in his sharp gaze and his signature smirk that made Arabella’s stomach churn. Unbeknownst to her, Adam had been watching her from a distance. A sly grin played on his lips, filled with a hidden agenda. He had been intrigued by her the moment he laid eyes on her that evening. And now, an opportunity had presented itself.