Rowle Harry Potter Novels & Stories

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.

He smirked and leaned back on the chair, “A bit small for the ruler of the largest pack in the realm, don't you think?” “I wouldn't do that if I were you.” Keyleth stepped to my side, her arms folded against each other. “Tell us about the rot and we might just let you live.” “What shall I call you?” The wolven asked again, the smirk on his face dropped. “Oliver. Just Oliver.” — “Koren?” The word rolled off Keyleth's tongue as the male looked with obvious annoyance. “Soren.” He snapped at her, turning a sharp gaze towards me. “Soren stris, the dark wolven rises, and the realm falls.”