Pukwudgie Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I sarcastically said to him. "No, Sicko! The fairies didn't teleport me here. They simply help me out to contact the witch who teleports me here," he irritably said to me. "I thought that witches were bad?" "Not all of them. Some are good, and the bad ones were warlocks," he carefully explains. "Okay Harry Potter, I believe you." "Hey lovebirds, aren't you guys done yet?" Fugly sarcastically interrupts us. "I already told you about my rule in this fortress, and that is no public display of affection," he teases Barbie and me.

Blake replied quickly, "The thing is, that girl... she just rejected my son as mate and has become the official mate to some Phoenix guy." "Phoenix?" the man frowned behind his mask. Wiyzh-Sybylle Landia had a Phoenix and that was the first prince. He was a high-ranking wizard known to be very cruel to evildoers. In fact, they tremble at the mention of his name during torture. Even a very dangerous criminal surrendered himself after hearing that Savage Lord had been sent after him. It couldn't be that he was the one, right? Besides, that competition is meant for werewolves only. No other race was permitted to be even 100 yards near the site. "Is this Phoenix guy a werewolf?" the man asked.

― 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.

The group of men filter behind the grizzly bear in front of us. Gee-gee lets out an over exaggerated laugh. “Oh, I’M SORRY, I must be misunderstanding you. Did you just call your FUTURE QUEEN a mud-blood?” Before he can respond she continues. “What is this? Fucking Harry Potter?” The man sniffs his nose before spitting on the ground in front of me. “She’s no future Queen of mine.” The men behind him yell out their agreement. I take a step closer to the man and give him a sinister smile. “What is your name, sir?” I bat my eyes at him.

he almost cries, but manages to hold it together but turns placing his hand on his head, I make sure to look down so he wouldn't know I can hear his conversation. "I still don't get why, yeah he crashed the car with them inside it but that don't mean he goes to the police" Aidan says, basically talking to himself, trying to figure out why he would do it "you know I've got your back, so I'll get in contact with a mate of mine, he sells houses up in the hills and as we're mates he'll probably give me a discount" Aidan explains, pulling his phone out probably to call that friend of his, Aidan actually seems like a loyal friend, if he wasn't one of Anthony buddies, I would probably want a friend

He didn’t look like he was much older than me, but I couldn’t tell for sure. “Who are you? What are you?” I asked him, my hands at the ready in case he tried something. “M-my name is H-H-Harold Woodpecker,” he said, stuttering. “I’m a m-mage. S-same as you.” I was stunned. “How the hell did you get to be a wood nymph then?” He took a few deep breaths before he tried to answer me. When he did, I was stunned, though I suppose I shouldn’t have been. He only said one word, but it was enough. “F-F-Francis.”

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.

— I'm not going to give spoilers, you need to read the rest of the book – he replies with an air of mystery – now it's late, time for the little wolf to go to sleep. I watch when the little bugger pouts, but nods, settling himself on the bed. "Do you think witches are good Scalet?" – I roll my eyes, remembering an old wizard friend who is simply unbearably cold, I think that's why we can be considered "friends". — I think some are, well, Harry is very kind and brave – I frown and decide to end this whole session of compliments on that Harry. I walk in and don't wait for them to say a word before pulling my mate to my shoulder leaving her gaping at my action.

" As he turned his gaze to the lying body, Higgins spoke out against her overreaction. "What's the deal with your stare?" He inquired, seemingly piqued by the tenacity in her imagined grin. "So you're the hunter that Rachel kept telling about. Paul Higgins, the renowned and experienced warrior hunter who became stranded on this continent and incorporated magic into his..." She was led to confess everything she knew about him, at least the scratched surface information that she had been exposed to. "Shut up, little girl." Higgins blurted in a clear-cut manner. As he strutted to the door, he walked over the inquisitor's laying arm, listening for an incoming sound.

Peter interjected, even more confused. "I don't seek vengeance for family feuds, but that bastard attacked my friend. When I went to retaliate, I discovered he was a lunatic, so I used all my strength to cripple him," Harry explained. "Is your friend alright?" Peter's question made me reassess my perception of his ruthlessness. "She's fine. A skilled healer with a strong foundation in magic," Harry said, referring to Lisa. "What else is in your circle other than werewolf, vampire and magician? Monsters?" Peter, the only human present, was at a loss for words.