Occamy Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Charlie mumbled and I could hear the grinds turning as she tried to recall when they joined. "Let's just go with that," I said as my brain started to ache, "which is more then enough time to get used to this shit. Besides how nice could their old pack have been? An omega's purpose is to serve, it doesn't matter where you come from, that kind of existence is bound to be shitty. And, it's not exactly hard to be considered nice when next to our pack. We make Umbridge seem nice." "Umbridge?" "You know, the crazy cat lady from Harry Potter," I informed her.

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.

"I brought my ex with me” Harry incomprehensibly turns his head towards me. “Do you remember I told you I had never smelled a woman before ? That's because she's not giving off any scent”. Harry's eyebrows seem to have grown together over his forehead. “And that's because she's one of them. The witches”. I look down. Harry starts laughing. "What's so funny ?" “You've been with a girl who spends her free time killing guys like you? How the hell did you dare cheat on her ?”

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.

He turned back to the task. “What is he doing?” Fatima wondered as they followed Tony back into the house. “Connery is a very talented alchemist,” Meguitte replied absently as they approached a bedroom door and Tony opened it into a darkened space. “And we have worked together a great many times over the centuries. He will prepare the ingredients for a healing spell, with a twist using alchemy, and I will return to infuse it with my magic. We will create a poultice for Harry’s eye… Oh, Harry,” she finished as she saw them laid out over the bed.

"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.

"A protective amulet? I'm more inclined to believe that she wanted to use some voodoo magic to hurt people." Following that lead, after many twists and turns, we finally got in touch, through a trusted elder, with an old occultist master living in seclusion on the outskirts of the city. Through the call, we hid a portion of the truth, only mentioning our baby's odd behavior, as if she was entangled with something unclean. The old occultist master, Henry Zaroc, merely replied, "Let's meet and talk." While preparing to head to Henry's place, we continued to trick Ava.