Pukwudgie Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Harold POV I Harold hades am a proud wizard. I have lived for a century and in everything I do, I do with precision. I have fought wars and i have won. I have faced many formidable enemies and I have won all battles. I am not a failure, I am not a quitter neither am I a coward. I can not sit back whilst I am being insulted by a mere teenager. Even this Azanian has no right to display such prowess in my face.I will not stop until i have won this war. One way or the other, I will find Summer's weakness.

[*Polyjuice is a potion that appears in Harry Potter Movie, allows the drinker to assume the form of someone else] Dylan flinched. “How do you know the name?” "What?" “That prince called this potion as Polyjuice. But how...?” "Really? Well, I thought I heard him mumbling... about this before. I... don't know." I argued. I can't tell Dylan that the author of this damn novel is plagiarizing the name of a famous potion from a movie, can I? "Don't you need the hair of the person you want to imitate?" “How do you know that too?”

The young man smiled, snorting happy to be able to look directly into my eyes, "because I have made your voice inaudible to your friend." I frowned, not understanding what he meant. Without even asking he already knew the question that was in my head. “ My name is Peter, Peter G. Wilson. And I, descendant of witches. You get what I mean right?” My eyes widen at that, “and I've made your friend's voice inaudible … by magic,” he added anxiously. "You are okay?" he asked as he touched my cheek.

"Hey, everyone, Mr. Wiggy is back!" The exclamation immediately made other Elves flocked out to greet their leader, as well as the Pixies, even the flickering mushrooms indicated that they were happy too. The dwarfs huddled together cheering for joy around Wiggy and Lillian as they both landed their feet on the ground. They jostled to want to shake the young man. Wiggy had enough heart to ignore them all and preferred to gallop over to the Pixies. "Where is the chest?" The Pixie buzzed with excitement, then dived quickly into the palace. Before Wiggy could follow, one Elf, who looked like a mummy with bandages all over his body, limped over to the young man with the help of a long branch to

I nodded my head in agreement, "How will she help me with my training, Dad?" "Okay, let's see it this way," He took a deep breath and lifted his hand that was holding the bird in the pit of the palm above his head. "You have seen Harry Potter, right? And the Golden Snitch— that cute little ball, used in the game of quidditch, with thin feathery and pointed wings is not something I need to tell you about. The ball one of the two seekers of the competing team has to catch to call it a game."

She snickered at the play of words of my username. “How many times have you done this in the past?” I narrowed my eyes at her and she just grinned with a shrug. Seeing as I wasn't going to get anything more from her, I quickly took my phone back from her and scrolled past the onslaught of explicit messages, until one profile caught my eye. The username was weird. Something... off. Repent4purity. I frowned. "What the fuck kind of username..." Imogen squinted. "That is the username of a violently homophobic dude who hates himself."

he said but obviously, Hari thought the other boy was joking and he thus didn't take him seriously. "Ha ha ha, hurt me? How? I know you aren't trained and you don't have any weapon on you. So, pray tell, how would you have hurt me? Or are you a witch and you wanted to abracadabra me?" He said while laughing and Ravi just shook his head. "Abd... abda... what?" Ravi asked all confused because he didn't understand what Hari said. "You know, Harry Potter?" Hari said expecting Ravi to understand but he still had that confused lost look.

Long ago when I was a little girl before the werewolves attacked the village, I once used to call home. My dad used to tell me stories about witches that dwelled not too far from our village in the hoods, where no sounds were made, no wind blew and everything was still there, even the waters. He used to tell me stories about witches with unbelievable abilities that were very strange to us humans. Witches that had the powers to see the future, to heal, to speak to the dead, and possess the soul of us, humans. I used to be scared of these frightening stories, but soon I had gotten to love them. Knowing that there were beings with such unique abilities

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

Hunter climbed off the couch and stood, grabbing his briefs that were tangled with his trousers before pulling them back on. The phone was still ringing. He glanced around the living room until he finally spotted it lying half out of his discarded pants pocket. It must have slipped out sometime during the night. The screen continued flashing. Hunter picked it up, expecting to silence an alarm. Instead, he frowned. It wasn't an alarm. It was a call. Dean Mercer flashed his phone screen, and Hunter groaned. Dean was the Titans' superstar winger. The boys often called him the Legendary Ladies' Man or the Wolf Who Hunted Prey.