Slytherin Pride Novels & Stories

I can't believe I got caught in such a plot. This is why I did not want to make any friends from the beginning, which is what my brother warned me of as well. ' Lily, do not forget that in our world, anyone who is precious to you would do you nothing but become a burden. The poor people should not befriend each other; it won't do them any good. This universe's system makes the rich richer and the poor even poorer so be careful even your family would drag you down the tough road. '

“Trust me, Alex isn’t bad, and enough of the Slytherin bashing. Plus, you’re the one wearing the skin of the humans’ belief in the good mage.” Siobhanny covered her face with her hands and burst into sobs. “How could I’ve been so wrong, prejudiced, fill in your own boring blank?” She peeked up through her — crocodile — tears, and I crossed my arms. “It’s almost like sorcereses haven’t been waging war with mages for centuries or being attacked by wolves.” I snorted. “When were you attacked by a wolve?” Harry’s robes bled into a scarlet hood, when a wicker basket now swung over a slender arm. I gaped at the butthole LLRH, as she slyly studied me back.

Adnan blinked at her, not really sure what to make of this strange girl. Finally, when it became apparent that she expected an answer from him, he cleared his throat. "Well, that would depend on whether you choose to view his motives from the perspective of the Gryffindors or the other houses," he said. "Meaning?" "If you're in Gryffindor house, it would merely look like he was giving your house what you deserved. Perhaps you might even say he was just paying homage to his old house. After all, we are only human. But if you were, say, in Slytherin, then his motives would seem biased and unfair," he said.

"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and the Deathly Hallows * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy I unlocked the door and hold it open so the girls could get in. After having lunch and getting desserts with the girls, I felt bad for leaving Nat alone at home so we had cut our Christmas shopping short and gone home afterward.

Girls were annoying. The girl looked at him with wide eyes for a moment before speaking quietly, “I’m sowy. I cawled you but you did not hear. My name is Evewyn. You can call me Eve. But only my daddy calls me pwincess.” The girl introduced herself proudly but got no reaction from him other than a dry look. “Will you be my fwiend? We can pway dollhouse togwether.” She tried again and held out her doll towards him.

Erik let go of the blade, the students and staff watched as the sword was dropping to the ground, but as suddenly as it appeared, it disappeared in thin air before hitting the ground. "And fourth, we have Slytherin. Salazar had one male heir, that he disowned just years after he finished his magic education, and quoting the man, himself, 'the little bastard is a power hungry bigot of a disappointment', and so, is his last will, he reaffirmed the disown of his son, and left all his possessions to his goddaughter, Susan Sally Ravenclaw, his only true heir. Any other that claims that is a liar." That seemed to agitate some older students from Slytherins. One of them even yelled.

"May your reign bring prosperity and strength to the Slytherin pack." "Here here," the crowd echoed as they raised their own glasses. I drank deeply and felt the satisfaction of achievement settle into my bones. I had done it. I had claimed my birthright and secured my future. Nothing could stop me now.

Companies were after him. But it seems like Sidhiel can't see it all. He's blinded by his inferiority complex. He must do something about it. Sidhiel should be proud of himself. Sidhiel needs a lot of encouragement and he will give it to him. If he has to drill it in his head, he will. There's nothing that he would not do for Sidhiel. That's why he wants to befriend him. He wants Sidhiel to be comfortable and be at ease with him first, before telling him his feelings.

Tears streamed down my face. “I’m home, Elder.” “It’s good to have you back. It’s good,” Marcus murmured, stroking my hair. “That disgusting man isn’t worth a single one of your tears.” Elder Sophia stepped forward and patted my shoulder. “Child, you did the right thing by breaking the blood-pact. You are the revered Princess of the Nightshade Clan. Why should you ever lower yourself to be someone’s accessory?” “Yes, Haley. The mighty Nightshade Clan will always be your shield. We fear no one, including the Salinger Clan.”