Pokemon Harry Potter Novels & Stories

If I were to decide, I don't want to speak anymore. But I have to ride on his trip. "Right... how about we shower him?" I asked. "Great!" "Oh, may I use the controller?" I asked again, trying to provoke him. He just smiled. "Of course, you can! Why not?" he said. I smiled creepily. His trust in me is so satisfying. It feels like Harry wanted to build his own "POU"-like game. He's infiltrating the animal world. What the fuck just happened to his mind?

I shout finishing my little rant, he stands there looking at the ground for a second, but before I knew it I'm grabbed and held down against the wall. "I don't like when people talk like that to me doll, it really angers me, I know Tammy kept putting weird stories in your head so much that you're starting to believe them but ,I'm not the bad guy" he starts, looking at me evilly in the eye while I look terrified back at him, I go to speak but he holds his finger to my lips "you don't have to say anything doll, I'm not gonna be here today so ink will be here with you" he explains tucking a piece of hair behind my ear smiling, this guy is literally insane! He sends me one more smile before turn

He whispered next to my ear, giving a warning tone. "You take that back!" Seth snarled with disbelief. "Harry Potter is one of the most franchised fantasy novels turn two awesome films of the century." "Yeah, but why would a wizard who can't fight in combat only with a glow-in-the-dark stick cast magic when you can have a hunky werewolf or a very seductive vampire." I heard a low growl behind me as Logan stuck his gun on my rear. That is no gun. "Logan, please make your girl stop."

He had a loose belt around his waist and the robe had a cup that covered his hair. There were different bookshelves and a really big mirror behind him. And on the tables were tubes and beakers of magic potions. His face couldn't be seen but in his right hand was a glowing wand and he was reading out some magical words from the book in his left hand. But then, he was interrupted when an ash-colored owl flew to him and perched on his shoulder. In-between the beak of the owl was a letter. The man dropped his wand and book, collecting the letter from the owl. He opened it and it reads;

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

Her eyes widened, breath catching. “I came here not to forgive you,” he said, stepping closer, “but to ask you to fight for me. Because I don’t want to carry this hate anymore. But I need to know you won’t run when it gets hard.” Harley stepped forward until they were inches apart. “I ran once,” she said softly. “I won’t do it again.” He reached up, brushed her soaked hair from her cheek, and leaned in until their foreheads touched. “No more lies,” he whispered. “No more lies,” she promised. And for the first time in a long time, the truth felt like enough. ______

The hug was short and brief but it gave Akira the strength she needed to push just a little bit further. They walked around till Orion paused at the fantasy section of the library, the children's section to be precise. “Eureka!” He exclaimed. Akira chuckled at his childlike expression, “what are we doing here?” “Does this look familiar?” He asked. She looked closely at the book and smiled, “Harry Potter?” She asked in surprise. “Yes my darling, I believe that there's a creature in this book that might have a hand in Mirabel's petrification.” Akira scoffed, “I doubt the basilisk would want to have anything to do with her.”

I bumped into Henry, a sorcerer who had saved me on my way to the southern pack claiming that I was digging my own grave if I dared to go there. I don't fully trust Henry for now but he wasn't as bad as I had imagined him to be. He has been quite helpful, one could say. I wanted to sever all ties with Sage and not ever walk back into his life or have anything to do with him but fate had other plans for us, now I am bounded to him completely. I am carrying his heir and I’m sure if not now, sooner or later he’d come to figure out my whereabouts, I can hide under Henry's cocoon for too long

“Then what is it, son?” His small voice came out almost in a whisper. “My teacher said that I’m… psychic.” The word hit me like a slap. Heat shot through my chest, anger sparking before I could stop it. “What?” The single word cracked from my throat, sharp and loud enough to make him flinch. “Yes,” Harry sniffed, his small shoulders trembling. “She was asking me about my friend, and I showed her where she was… but she said she couldn’t see her.”

"She's pregnant, Harry." Harry went still. His face was blank. Indianna could tell he was having an internal battle. His eyes were changing from black to normal colour. "Are you sure?" "Yes," Indianna whispered. "Harry-" "Respectfully, Indie, fuck off," Harry growled. "Because I'm going to punch something and I would not like it to be you." "Harry-" "I will hurt you if you don't leave!" Harry shouted. His eyes were fully black. His wolf was taking over. "Indianna, get out of my sight. Now!"