Ron Weasley House Novels & Stories

Grainne was a bit awkward because she couldn't believe that Carwyn said he would arrange for her to live in a big mansion. Carwyn, seeing her awkwardness, smiled and said, "Grainne, this is your smallest house. It's very quiet around here, I guess you'll like this place." She enjoyed the quiet place. She couldn't refuse if he had already told her that this was a tiny house. After Carwyn left, Grainne lay down on the bed to think deeply. Now she could not distinguish what was real or fake in this world. Carwyn arrived at Levi's to find Harry in the living room waiting for her. As soon as he saw him, the boy ran to ask: "Uncle Levi! Where's your mother?"

Suddenly Orion stopped, looked at her with a childlike grin, and said, “This is my father’s house.” Alizeh gasped as she stared at the barn, she had slept in four years ago, and the porch where she and Zeek had shared a meal. She walked into the house, and her skin tingled with the thickness of the magic that hung in the air. She Layed down her things, and continued walking as if she were being drawn to a room in the back of the house. Orion caught up to her as she started to open the big, creaky door.

Taking my phone out of my bag I open the blank text and type in my home address sending it to Hunters phone. '1 Village Square, Kingsley, Wiltshire He looks at the text and smiles sadly. "Thank you" he says. Orion looks at the text over Hunters shoulder "what's it like where you live?" He asks me. "Well, it's a small village. It's so small every house is a number of the village square, there's no street names there. I'm number one and Bonnie lives at number two. We've known each other our whole lives" "You poor thing" Orion teases.

Gone was the comfy living room Raeann thought she was sitting in, and instead the gobsmacked werewolf was sitting on the back of a Cerberus, its three heads peering at her with a half-grin on its face. "What kind of fuckery is this!” Raeann screamed, leaping off the back of the huge animal, and staring wildly around. Her grandparent's living room used to be the size of an average country lounge...not anymore. Raeann was standing in the middle of a large study hall, each wall lined with books, and a tall ladder reached the ceiling on every side, used for access to the higher volumes as students scrambled up to reach whatever it was they were looking for. There were creatures wandering around

She threw away all my things and turned my bedroom into Gwen’s study. They could not wait to get rid of me. It did not matter anymore. Now that I was dead, I was never going back. …… The next day, to cheer Gwen up, Orion gave her the keys to their new house. She happily brought the whole family to see it. I followed behind my parents and Zac. When we arrived at the new house, my parents sank into the couch, exhausted. I listened to them talk about me again, criticizing everything I had ever done wrong.

Not taking much time, the Baron stopped in front of a student and pointed at her. "Name and question." Hands were put down and the girl spoke. "Good evening, Lord Ravenclaw, I'm Tracey Davies, second year. How did you become the owner and Lord of Hogwarts?" "Very good question, Ms Davies. How can I own Hogwarts if I'm only Lord Ravenclaw? Let's separate it into four parts, shall we? One for each founder. First we have Ravenclaw. Susan and Susan were Rowena's only heirs. I married Susan , the eldest of the twins and became Lord Ravenclaw with the blessing of Rowena, and after Susan's untimely demise, Susan inherited her part of the castle. Second, we have Hufflepuff. Contrary to the claim of

"I don't get to do that much, but Jasmine doesn't mind." Renee doesn't say more about that and I really think I know why and I am just happy to know her wolf's name. She then took a deep breath and began to tell me all about it. She explained how there was a whole other world, hidden from the non-magical people, where witches and wizards lived and went to school. She told me about Hogwarts, the magical school, and how it was divided into four houses, each with its own unique traits and qualities. As she spoke, I couldn't help but be amazed by her words. It sounded like something straight out of a fantasy novel. But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real.

Caroline replied. “Ahem! Ahem! HIM. Are you not going to take my brother-in-law’s name?” She teased. “It’s not like that,” Caroline muttered, throwing a cushion at her. * Otherside!! ‘I can smell the faint fragrance of our mate from Mr. Weasley’s clothes.’ Bolt muttered when they hugged each other. ‘You’re overthinking. It might belong to his daughter.’ Artemis reasoned out. ‘Nope. My nose clearly remembers the fragrance of Ms. Weasley from yesterday.’ Bolt argued.

"I've been in Gryffindor for a short while, notwithstanding, my work has made me interact with more people than I'll wish to." My forehead creased, trying to understand where she was heading with her speech. "What are we having for lunch?" I asked in-between. "Anything you want. I've already had lunch." I nodded. "Steyn," she continued. "I know that Gryffindor has just one Royal family, which happens to be the family I work for. And they happen to have a daughter called Ruby. Is this the Ruby you're talking about?" I halted. "Tell me about your own Ruby then I can determine if she's the one I'm talking about." I told her, succumbing on a chair.

Harriet may not have mind-linked me, but it felt like she could have. "Alastor and Harriet are at her mom's house. We have the whole packhouse to ourselves." Orion stopped inside the door and turned on the hall light as I slipped down his back. I got quite a bit of pleasure pressing my breasts to as much of him as possible as I got down. "Have we ever had the packhouse to ourselves?" I glanced around the house. It felt almost eerie being in here with only Orion. "It doesn't happen very often." Orion grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the kitchen. "Come on, let's find something to eat."