Rowle Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Walking past them, Lily felt like she was standing next to two giants. She looked at them curiously. That curiosity, she did not understand what she was looking for in them. The man standing next to her saw this, took a long snort, then scowled at her. The eyes turn from white to red. "Roly ! That's my man." The prince's loud shout brought the gatekeeper to his senses. He shook his head once, his eyes returned to normal, his body also stood solemnly in an upright position. Elias turned to Lily and said:

Milo and Jax are silent for a long time after I finish talking. Rhea is too, but somehow in a completely different way. While she sits there with her hands in her lap, twiddling her thumbs with the guilt of knowledge, the other two gape at me openly, as if trying to decide whether or not I am playing some sort of sick, practical joke on them. The longer they look at me, the more I feel like I am shrinking, and the more I want to melt into the cracks of the couch cushions beneath me. In my mind briefly flickers the image of Horace Slughorn from the sixth Harry Potter, and in that moment, I too wish I can transform into a piece of furniture to flee from my accountabilities, nondescript and gui

"You're not angry." Roselyn shook her head. "No, Alexander." Alexander swept her into a tight hug, lips brushing against her forehead. "Thank you." Alexander whispered, "Wingardiumlevioosaa," while walking. Roselyn laughed. "It's not Wingardium levioosa... it's Wingardium leviosa... leviosa." Alexander chuckled. "So you think you're Hermione Granger?" Roselyn retorted, "And you think you're Harry Potter?" Alexander grinned. "No, I'd be Ronald Weasley."

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

I walked slowly towards the bearded man. From what I see. Looks like, he's been waiting for me all this time. I saw a lot of wrinkles on his face. His beard was so long and white in color. Her hair is white too. If you've ever seen the principal in the Harry Potter films. Well, that's what it looks like. Big and creepy too.

Dawn Smith was the little sister she never had. “Great!” Dawn said, happily “ooh, Harry Potter!” she added as she flopped down onto the bed, her black and purple striped hair fanning out over the bedspread. She snatched the book from Lena’s hands “I prefer Goblet of Fire” she glanced up at the older woman “it had dragons”. “So does Philosopher’s Stone”, Lena pointed out. Dawn blew a raspberry at that. “Hardly. It has an itty bitty baby dragon named Norbert but that’s it”, she said “nothing like the badass Hungarian Horntail” Dawn rolled over onto her stomach “hey, you do think dragons are real? That would be so cool”.

Rowling blinked looking down at the sword in his belly and then to Jack. “Well that's not how this was supposed to go.” Rowling coughed weakly and more blood began to pool out of his mouth. Rowling tried pushing off of Jack’s sword but didn't have the strength. Jack pulled the sword slightly out but not all the way. With one quick motion he turned the blade to the side and with all his force walked away from Rowling. The blade cut through Rowling’s side. He dropped to his knees blood and organs fell out from the large gaping hole Jack’s sword left in his body. Jack didn't look back as Rowling slumped forward and down onto the deck. His face in the deck floor as his body empty of blood.

Harry Evermore was the forensics department's techno-geek. He was a wizard with anything related to computers and machines. He was tall, skinny with shoulder-length black hair and glasses. Likewise, he didn't need the glasses, though. He had a perfect vision, but they made him look nerdy. He was also a werewolf, an omega to be precise. “Harry, can you hook up the dashcam to my laptop?” asked Clara, the object of his affection. “We'll be able to see things a lot better on my screen.”

He stopped to take a breath and added, “There has been reports on something strange. Most said it's the rogues growing more powerful and had somehow placed their hands on some…magic.” Memories of earlier this night flashed through my mind. The thing of nightmares that had claws twice the size of a regular wolven. I stiffened as I remaining silent, waiting for him to continue. To say something about my embers and how I shan't let anyone know that I possessed such power. “That will be all.” He kicked off where he stood and went to the bottle of whiskey again. I twirled from my position to walk out of Father's office, “Oh and Oliver.” He called out.