Sleepy Hollow Harry Potter Novels & Stories

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.

On either side of the room, there were two beds with canopies over them, maroon and gold, as if I’d walked into the Gryffindor Dorms in Harry Potter. On one of the desks sat a boy bent over his desk with a set of books opened in front of him. There were massive headphones over his ears, and I could tell that he wouldn’t have heard me coming. There was a dartboard over his bed, and there were two darts embedded in it. One of them had found the bullseye, while the other was pretty close to it. I squinted at it for a moment, my brain tingling. Then, I looked back at my roommate.

Ironically enough, she has no qualms invading other people's spaces as means of intimidation… now that I think about it, she only does this to people (Nick, for example) she knows who couldn't win against her. Whenever I'm writing a heavy scene, I was listening to Team Cherry's Hollow Knight OST: Welcome to Hollownest by Christopher Larkin for inspiration. Harry Silvers and Sean White was the easiest characters to write for me; Alastor Nyx was probably the hardest. Proserpina actually has a cell phone... she probably just uses it to watch cat/dog videos most of the time though.

Alice POV Harry had a horrible night sleep. He kept having nightmares, and he was highly agitated. Obviously, I couldn’t sleep because I was worried about him. I don’t know what to do. He is inside his head, and he is not telling me how he feels. I honestly don’t know what to do anymore. He is tense, and he is barely talking. Don’t get me wrong. I understand why he is like that. This is all a fucked up mess.

"Deep inside, I'm still bleeding, still in pain that all of us have been through. And, I'm back because of the three of you. We can do this for all the people we love. Can we agree to be companions?" I nodded. We all did. We had lunch together. I went to play bridge in the afternoon. I listened. Harvey was hurting. His son had been in rehab for a drug and alcohol problem, and Harvey had his hopes up that the man would get his life in order. He found out his son had been arrested in Chicago for drunken disorderly conduct. When the bridge time was up, I called my team, and we went over to Harvey's. Sandy stayed with him until ten that night, and I went and sat in his living room until two in t

Man, they were were as cold as ever, also hypnotizing as fuck. "Harry" His name dropped from my mouth in a whisper, and with the way he looked at me darkly, I just knew tonight was about to get insane. I'm gonna have to start drinking now.

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:12 AM Erik commented and continued to watch, as an eerie and raspy voice ordered Quirrel to 'use the boy'. Quirrell then ordered the boy to look at the mirror. Mr. Potter then stood in front of the mirror and Erik paused again. He quickly positioned himself behind the boy and 'unpaused' the memory. He watched as the boy's reflection took a red ruby-like stone from its pants' pocket, showed it to him, gave him a wink and put the stone back in the pocket. Mr. Potter then, as sneaky as an elephant in a china store could be, checked his pocket and noticed the bulge in it. But the stupid professor didn't seem to notice.

Harry wasn’t exactly human. When they got serious, Harry revealed his secret to Mom. Somehow, he didn’t pick up on the fact Mom sucks eggs at keeping secrets. Not even five minutes passed before she told me. Luckily for Harry, I can keep secrets. You see, Harry’s a werewolf. I know what you’re thinking — run, this guy is totally crazy! That’s exactly what I told Mom, so she convinced Harry to do the change into a wolf thing in front of me.

“Johnny get your wrinkly self over here, your stupid bell is not working again!” Icahbod frowed. “Is a woman bearing the name Johnny in this century?” “No, why would you ask that?” “You said we were coming to meet a woman.” “Oh yea, he is the one who will bring her to us, she is his daughter but you have to see the father first.” “Oh, ok.” Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter.