Potter Puppet Pals: Snape Snape Severus Snape Novels & Stories

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

― 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.

All the snakes disappeared - except for the one that curled around Jinx's leg in warning. Purl rolled his eyes and grabbed the scepter from Frog, summoning the dice easily. "And in case you are wondering, I appear like this with this voice because your small mind can't conceive of my actual form and you instinctively quake in terror so you make me a joke." "Sure, that tracks." Jinx nodded, accepting the dice and scepter back from the god. "So what game are we playing? Snakes and boulders?" Jinx tried not to smirk at Purl as he suggested the dice game played by kits.

The same one sitting on the side of my ribs. Always. We got the tattoo because of Severus Snape. Well, not him but his quote. I used to read the Potter books to the boys. I stole the first one from a bookstore randomly one day and fell in love with the story. For a couple of hours, I could escape from my sorry ass life and into Harry's. I couldn't stop talking about it and after some convincing got the boys to read the first book. The boys gave me the rest of the series for my next birthday. And I read the rest of the books to them.Jem loved the Weasley twins. Hunter thought Snape should be fired and Ryder thought Dumbledore was the real villain. Shade had a crush on Ginny and came to pity t

He smiled but looked a little worried when he said, "See the second pendant." My eyes went to the second one. It was a small picture case. On the case, the word 'Always' was written with a beautiful font. That reminded me of Snape and Lily Potter from Harry Potter. By this time my curiosity had spiked. What picture could it be? I quickly opened and what I saw completely surprised me. It was a photo of me and my parents. Wow!!, I had no photos of my parents. I was so mesmerised by the photo and the necklace that I didn't speak anything for a few minutes. I was truly speechless.

I wasn't welcomed in their midst. "Bloody hell!" I rose up and banged the table. It's been there a while now, this anger, escaping when I always feel cheated on or dared in an unfriendly manner. I was angry at the guard guiding the entrance, at the maid that prepared the snack and tea on the table, heck, I was even angry when my tea wasn't quite at the right temperature. But the truth was, my life needed changing for the better, because there was more going into this brain and body than I could handle and still be me. So, even if it's not okay with them, I was going to start working on my real purpose. I had even completely forgotten she was present with us till I saw her oval rounded face a

asked the voice of a chuckle. A young sorcerer in his twenties with burgundy hair appeared holding a magic wand. His hair was down shoulder length, a little messy. His eyes were amber-gold, and his body was slender, tall. His androgynous face was sweet. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether this sorcerer was a pretty boy or a tomboyish woman. He smiled confidently and exuded a superior aura. He was wearing a white robe with a golden thread pattern. In his hand was a long magic wand that touched the ground. At the end of his wand stuck Draco's golden dragon heart. The Heart of Magic.

"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."

** As we approached the central block of the neutral zone which was where the control room of the region's vast network of surveillance cameras was located, a figure came into view. My lips curled back in disgust as I made out Sylvanus’s portly form pacing in front of the towering gate that blocked off the N.Z.'s fortress of operations from outsiders. Sylvanus Snape. A nasty piece of work, former member of my pack and a renowned drug lord in the underground world. I had discovered the filthy source of his wealth not long after becoming Alpha and had almost banished him to life as a rogue. Substance use and distribution were strictly banned in my pack and had been for years.