Ron Weasley Year 4 Novels & Stories

B E I N G P R I M E She gave in to them. To him. 2·1 ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ She wouldn't succumb. One thing Eiling Weasley knew was that life loved to throw lemons at her. She'd received her first lemon when her parents died, then when her family rejected her. Now, life was going to throw another. In the form of the most popular group at her school: The Prime Empire.

After no more than 30 seconds, he had the results. "Excruciating pain, and fast healing enchantment. What the bloody hell is a second year student doing with something like this?" Robards commented. Director Bones asks too. "Student name?" "On it." Auror Shacklebolt says and starts to look at the material on the desk for a name. On the front cover of the books, he found it. "Draco Malfoy." Auror Shacklebolt says. "He is too young to claim to be studying it for classes. Professor Snape?"

What is the meaning behind this? “I’m sorry, I’m still confused. What do you mean by saying ‘do not believe whatever Arthur says’?” Hestia took a few steps backwards to separate herself from the hold of the fourth year student. “I think I am missing something here.” Hestia added as she settled herself two steps apart from the fourth year student. “You are still hiding something from me. And I think I should know about that.”

We walked toward the so-called thrones for Max and Ari to sit while Rosa was supposed to stand next to Ari, and I was supposed to stand beside Max, but I pulled her, so we stood behind her so I could hold her hand without anyone knowing. She, as usual, glared at me while I just let out a low chuckle. My girl was just too cute. The wizards and witches began entering the hall, and they all wore their robes. It was really a sight to behold. Suddenly, I felt Rhun getting restless. “What’s wrong?” I asked him, but he didn’t answer, and I was struck by a scent I had never smelled. It was like I was surrounded by all sorts of flowers- refreshing yet calming.

Sophie’s POV We finished our last exam today and are sitting in the theater room with our werewolf classmates celebrating the start of Christmas break. Dad got approval to keep Norbert. Yes, yes, I’m a Potterhead, leave it! Norbert isn’t one of those huge ten story, fire breathing dragons. He’s about 7-foot tall, crimson red, and only blows fire when I order him to. Well, me or Tony. Tony took a whole weekend to befriend and tame Norbert. They are now best buds. I think Norbert prefers Tony to me.

' Caroline mouthed instead of shouting loud. "Now, I would like you to show everyone a presentation with which I can explain in a better way that how I will be taking the company to the next level of success." Saying this, the presentation began but instead of any slides related to work. It was the pictures of Caroline with her Uncle Oli in which she was hugging him happily, and in the next picture, she said kissed his cheek, and in the next picture, Oliver Weasley kissed her forehead.

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

What kept me stable. Natalie's party was going to be a blast. The teen was a Potterhead like I've never seen before. She'd showed me pictures of her room on her phone. Everything was done in Hufflepuff's black and yellow. She even had a stuffed toy badger she'd named Puffles.

After all the while, the party resumed, and by that time, kids also joined the party after eating the tasty snacks of the anniversary party. “I swear, Ms. Weasley, I… I didn’t tell Simon Grayson about that message of Daddy thing. I…I didn’t even know anything about it.” Shailey said, wiping her big fat tears. Though Sophia couldn’t sense like werewolves but she knew that Shailey couldn’t do anything like this.

Third Person Perspective Ron Ron stared at the wall for a long time. His chest was rising and falling fast. His hands were shaking. His jaw was tight. His head was spinning. “What did you just say?” he asked, his voice low and cold. Hermoine stood near the door. She didn’t look afraid. She was used to this. “I said Salvatore has merged your pack with Brimstone,” she repeated. “Winterclove is no longer on its own. It belongs to him now.”