Potter Puppet Pals Harry Novels & Stories

I turn on the TV to find something to distract myself until my pizza arrives, and I come across a Harry Potter movie. It's funny, because now I can't watch anything from the series without Damien coming to mind. A small smile forms on my lips as my eyes fall on the table beside me where I have the magic wand he gave me as a gift. Despite what happened, I just hope he's doing better. After several minutes, knocks on my apartment door snap me out of my thoughts, and remembering the food I ordered, I get up from the couch and grab the money from my bag to pay.

He was the puppeteer, pulling the strings with precision. For a day, he’d played the part of the crippled billionaire—weak, angry, and utterly dependent. And now, with every piece of his grand plan sliding into position, all he had to do was wait for the final act to unfold. Harry carefully peeled back the layers of velvet, each fold of the rich fabric revealing more of the package’s contents. His fingers brushed over the smooth surface, his eyes shining with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. Finally, the last layer came away, and he was left holding a small, polished box.

“I’m not touching that. I’ll get tetanus or something.” Harry glanced over at me with a flat, unimpressed look. “And you think I’m going to touch it?” I tried to stare him down. “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who wanted to be the hero. So go ahead and be the hero, Harry. Open it. Don’t let me stand in your way.” Harry looked at the knob, then at me, then back at the knob, and the devil grinned. I expected something stupid like ‘open sesame’ or ‘alohomora’. But nope, he had to be dumb but piss me off at the same time as well.

But if a seven-year-old wanted to read the entire Harry Potter series in a week, Kiara was not going to discourage it. Kiara’s blue eyes flicked over to where her niece leaned against the trunk of the sugar maple tree with green leaves and small greenish yellow flowers above her. She sat on grass that was already lush and green thanks to the pack Omega’s and city maintenance crews. Unlike her sister’s unruly curls, Marie had straight dark auburn hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her bright warm honey eyes devoured the words on the page in front of her. In her young mind, Marie wore Hogwarts robes that were in the Ravenclaw colors. In reality, she wore knee length khaki shorts and a pur

But if a seven-year-old wanted to read the entire Harry Potter series in a week, Kiara was not going to discourage it. Kiara’s blue eyes flicked over to where her niece leaned against the trunk of the sugar maple tree with green leaves and small greenish yellow flowers above her. She sat on grass that was already lush and green thanks to the pack Omega’s and city maintenance crews. Unlike her sister’s unruly curls, Marie had straight dark auburn hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her bright warm honey eyes devoured the words on the page in front of her. In her young mind, Marie wore Hogwarts robes that were in the Ravenclaw colors. In reality, she wore knee length khaki shorts and a pu

Ethan said, looking at me. "No worries, at least we got the potion," I reassured. "Good, with your face back to normal, I can finish you off more easily," Harry said. "Let's get on with it, no time to waste," Peter urged. "Yeah, about what you just said, here's my response: while we're around, you won't get your hands on Neil," Harry declared.

"And how can I do that?" "Pristine said that there is a potion out in the human world. If you can get that potion for me, I will become the first king of the vampires and attain all the powers a king should have. Everyone will call me the king," answered Phil. His two different eye colors, one blue and the other one green, were getting darker at the thought of unadulterated power. "And may I know where that potion is?" inquired Alexander. "It is with a girl. Pristine will give you all the details. You just have to bring the potion from her as soon as possible and —"

I slide over to her putting the dummy in her mouth, which makes the small guy shout once again. "What are you doing?!" He shouts towards me, I hold my hands up in surrender once again, last time I try to help someone. "I was just helping the baby," I mutter, does this guy need to show us he's tough even with his size? The taller guy pulls Rick over the counter and to the floor to join our group, he proceeds to pace around the shop floor for a little while, his eyes looking over the group than down and something in his hands, from afar it looked like a little photo that you could fit in your wallet.

“But we’ll have someone else go undercover, or my son will never let us hear the end of it.” I can only nod to that because he’s not wrong on that. As the meeting breaks up, I catch sight of movement through the window, and my attention shifts completely. In the training yard below, Harry, who is now seven and sprouting up like a weed, is sparring with a retired Dylan and three other pack warriors. His movements are confident and he’s no longer the scared little boy who used to have shifting episodes. "Look at him," I murmur, watching Harry duck under Dylan’s swing and counter with a move that would make Wolfgang proud.

"Yeah, kid. We're happy." Harry beams before dramatically sighing. "Good! Because I want a baby brother now." I choke on my orange juice, and Adrian bursts into laughter. "Damn, kid," Adrian says, shaking his head. "Give us a minute, will you?" Harry pouts. "I'm serious! I need someone to play with. All the other pups have siblings!" I laugh, ruffling his hair. "Let's start with a wedding first, okay?" "Fine," he huffs, stuffing more pancakes into his mouth. "But don't take too long!"