Sneakoscope Harry Potter Novels & Stories

There was no more Araknee. I turned back to the orb, still displaying my half sister's corpse in the water snake's tight grasp. I dissolved the snake-like form of water, setting the corpse free. Her body would rot faster at the bottom of the river. Just about to pull my hands out of the enchanted orb, the corpse twitched then her eyes flew open, eliciting a loud gasp from the audience around me. The film of light blue covering Araknee's eyes immediately had my skin crawling with goosebumps. Shit! She activated her defense mode.

There are men scattered everywhere. "Here take this, you have to wear it" Helena says, handing me a nose mask and similar nurse uniforms to wear "I told them I'll be bringing someone to help me out today, in order for them not to suspect you" she says and I nod, taking off my original clothes and changing into the ones she handed me. I pull my hair from its ponytail to cascade around me, to form a curtain around my face. I slip on the nose mask, covering my mouth, nose, and cheeks, which is basically hiding most part of my face.

Try to see where it's coming from," the wolf growled impatiently. Harry put a hand to his chest and began to wander, nose up, through the village. He was surprised to find that the smell led to the town square, which had been turned into an open-air dance floor. He found it strange how obsessed he seemed to be with the scent of vanilla to the point of ignoring all others. His eyes searched through the crowd of dancers as his heartbeat quickened in his chest. The heady scent of vanilla hit him hard and made him wobble on the spot, and he almost lost his balance. He had to put a hand over his lips and nostrils to keep it at bay and stay in control. His emerald green eyes met the most beautiful

Jefferson resumed his steps. Now that he was at the common room door, Jefferson looked inside and saw Owen's subordinate watching a film with the lights off; it was making Jefferson's job easier. Jefferson was a master of stealth, and that skill kept him the only survivor on a scary recruiting night. This was clearly nothing compared to that night. And sneaking between Owen's slow, unprofessional subordinates felt like turning the palm of the hand for Jefferson. Homer breathed a sigh of relief when Jefferson made it into Dylan's room without making any of Owen's subordinates look suspicious.

"She's safer where ever she is than here at the moment" **** I watch Harry from my perch against my balcony, laughing and talking with the other humans. Acting passionate about what he was doing, the facade almost fool proof. But I knew that wasn't the old Harry. Whoever has was, was here for a reason, that shadow in the snow was no ordinary person. The egnima glances upwards able to sense my gaze and he waves as confident as ever that he was still able to puzzle me. "How did you manage to get out of the maze at the

Talen held open the door and they filtered past him with Harry at the rear. “Send a spy to the target location and try to determine the number of enemy and what their weaponry is,” Harry recommended. “I will go. I am, after all, an expert at lurking.” Their smile was wry. “Hey,” their tone became one of surprise. “That’s the priestess.” Within the rear of the warehouse, Leighton, Meguitte, Connery, and a group of witches were all involved in a very intense conversation examining the contents of a saucepan. They looked up in unison at Harry’s exclamation.

He wondered if Harry had some kind of supernatural ability or if there was another explanation for the strange occurrence. Harry sighed in frustration and tried to suppress the pain. He covered one eye with his hand and then opened it again. Instantly, one of Harry's eyes glowed with a fiery yellow hue. He groaned and struck the restroom mirror, causing it to crack. Arlo was startled by the noise and made a sound, alerting Harry to the fact that he was not alone in the restroom. Harry turned and moved closer to Arlo, intending to investigate the source of the noise. However, Arlo reacted much quicker and without making a sound. He swiftly moved to another location just as Harry checked where

People moved like they’d been intimidated by who they were standing in front of. My lungs finally filled properly. The noise fading as I became aware of him. Dark sunglasses, a black nose mask disguising the outline of a sharp jaw. The unmistakable scent of spice tingled my nose at our close proximity. Marco. What was he doing exposed before hundreds of cameras? He nudged me forward before the panic could settle in, leading me through the crowd and towards the StarRise building. They cleared from our path with every step we took but the noise simply faded to a blur in my consciousness because my body had unintentionally tuned in to Marco's body, instead of the chaos around us.

But he swore he felt eyes on him—eyes that didn’t blink, didn’t move, just watched. That night, he closed the curtains. Double-locked the door. Left the hallway light on. Still, when he woke up at 2:14 a.m., heart racing and throat dry, he found another box at his bedside. Smaller than the last. And this time, there was no flower. Only a flash drive. And a sticky note on top of it: “Now do you believe me when I say I see everything.

Peter's POV Draco walked in front of Enzo and me as we made our way to the underground torture chambers. The journey that normally took about 1 hour took just 35 minutes to complete. Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago.