Sneakoscope Harry Potter Novels & Stories

The study was dark. He didn't turn on the main light. Just stood at the window with the city below. Quieter than daytime. This version of New York that only existed in these hours, still alive, still moving, but differently. Like the city had finally exhaled. He looked at it. Thought about Thursday evening. He thought about the handshake. About dark eyes holding, and the feel of her hand on his when they were introduced. He thought about what she studied. Olfactory neuroscience. The way scent bypassed conscious processing and interacted directly with neurological response.

As Joy snuggles up to her father affectionately, I force a smile, ignoring the sudden tightness in my chest. It isn't until we get in the car that I notice a woman sitting in the back seat. So it's her scent. A thought that has circled in my mind countless times surfaces once more— I want to leave him. ... The woman had a delicate-looking, captivating face and wore a smart, professional outfit. She smiled sweetly. "Hello, Luna. I'm the new assistant, Sophia Thompson." I glanced at Ethan Silver, using the mind-link to ask him why another person was in the car.

For one thing those ladies had tattoos on different part of their bodies, their hair colour and length were different and they had fake ass and boobs. I had the original copies of the videos, that's what I meant by I was a step ahead of Harry. ⚡⚡flashback⚡⚡ "Now my plan is: I'm gonna hack Harry's phone and his other electronic devices, I'll also plant a bugging device on his clothes to keep track of his plans..... Once I know what his up to, I'll get the original copies of his idea and I'll have his voice recordings and any other useful information with me......

It was a text from an unknown number. I opened it, my hands trembling. It was a picture. A picture of me, standing in front of Eavon's car, the very same night Orion died. My face was a mask of shock and terror, and in the background, a woman with a dog was pointing at me, her mouth open in a scream. The text below the picture read: I can give you the answers you're looking for. Meet me tomorrow at the old lighthouse at midnight. Come ALONE.

I don't know what it was meant to do but it slowed me down. "Stay close to him, he'll get unconscious now!" I heard a voice say from behind. The potion was meant to make me fall unconscious so it would be easier to capture me but since I was a fan of sorcery too, I was stubborn. I sneezed out the potion and got angrier but some had already gotten in my eye, which made my vision blurry. I didn't mind that I could not see. I got a hold of the first person I sensed with my left hand, and got hold of the other with my right and clapped their head against each other. Their heads popped like I snatched watermelons to the ground

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.”

But then I notice Skye tentatively approaching Posey, her eyes shining a brighter violet than they normally do. Posey watches her like she’s being stalked by something threatening, and for a moment, I wonder if I should intervene, to rein the powerful little girl in by calling out her name and mentioning that her great-grandfather is willing to make her another complicated pancake, possibly in the shape of the elusive Solstice Wolf, which would undoubtedly chap Isaac’s ass, but then Skye reaches out and runs her fingers over the leather satchel draped over Posey’s shoulder. “Do you want to see it?” Posey asks, her forest-green eyes taking in Skye’s dark hair and high cheekbones. Skye nods ex

Going through things that I didn't even want to imagine. I don't know why I was following this path but something told me to go further. My eyes soon stumbled upon an open trap that had blood on it. I felt my heart begin to race hard and fast. Crouching over, I ran my finger along the metal teeth of the trap, taking some blood and bringing it to my nose, I sniffed deeply. No scent. I raised my eyebrow at this. There was no blood that had no scent. Suspicious, I put my finger into my mouth and sucked on it.

Alec was the only one keeping me sane because he was just being normal from everybody else. "So what are we watching?" my captain asked as she plopped down on Quinn's bed. "Got these new 4k Bluray copies of Harry Potter series," Quinn said, showing the stack of movie cases in her hands as she stood by the edge of her bed. I glanced at Bailey at the other side of the room. She was sitting on the couch, just watching us silently. "Bailey, do you want to see the whole series tonight?" I tried to pull her into our conversation.

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.