Sonorous Harry Potter Novels & Stories

her hoarse voice begged, her convulsing pussy crushing his dick a third time. "Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry," she said on repeat in between ragged breaths, like her brain couldn't form any other thoughts. Then she opened her mouth one more time and whined like a wounded animal crying out in pain, "Haaaaaarrrrrryyyyyy," and he lost it.

I keep waiting until midnight before I finally fall asleep in the comfort of my bedroom. A loud scream pierces through my sleep in the middle of the night. Heavy footsteps thunder loudly, causing the floor to tremble. People are running. My heart leaped with panic as I heard something booming loudly from afar. Bombs. My father was here. I hear the sound of swords clanking, Perseus hastily ties his hair into a bun just as the door flings open with Severus walking in. “They're here.” He says to Perseus firmly, staring at him with a stoic expression.

2 Harry lists the ingredients he watched the bartender put into the drink. I search online for an answer. Ryann- I think it’s called ‘Sweet poison.’ Are you sure annoying this chick is the best idea? I’m not sure you’re going to get anywhere. Ryann- Also accepting unknown drinks from someone with the word poison in the title is a little concerning. Harry- Who says I’m trying to get anywhere. I’m having fun and that’s enough for me. Besides, I’m pretty sure she secretly thinks I’m funny. She won’t poison me. Probably. At very least nothing lethal. I’ll risk it.

Harp crashing to the ground. He tried to say something, but even though his mouth was wide open, he couldn't speak a word or breathe. His face flushed like a ripe apple and his eyes became so huge that they almost didn't fit in orbit. Only little, low groans could be heard coming out of his throat. Miss Blackwood once again uttered an unspeakable word, Efficere, and again waved that thin wand, following a different pattern now, and the string around Mr. Harp's neck broke and a small key flew at her.

***** Icy Cavern Harry did not catch the first soft sound of scraping in the rocks near him. But the second time the sound flew by, he heard it. He looked up. A full moon lit the landscape. There was nothing out there. Still, he was uneasy. He reached down and picked up his sword, intending to practice some moves with it yet it seems like he couldn't move. It was like one of his nightmares. Everything appeared in slow motion. Everything seems heavy.

she said as she edited some of her pictures. Sirusen is term for Sins that enhance their sense of hearing and Hirrusen is a third level spell that enables one to hear an individual’s thoughts. It’s one of the hardest one to achieve, also the deadliest. “I can't use it. You know those types can easily trigger alarms.” I reminded her. “You can take him to the forest or by the ocean.” she the suggested, knowing that there are areas without alarms. “Still, Hirrusen is a third level spell. I'm only on the second level.” I said as I drank the pink juice she made.

I turned to Harry and scratched the back of my neck, "S-see you tomorrow....twin." Harry's eyes grew big and wide, as his mouth went to the shape of the letter 'o', "Did you just call me 'twin'?" "Uh, I think I just did?" I perked a brow at him before standing back up and crossing my arms, "Oh c'mon, are you deaf now, Harold Ellis?" "Could you please stop calling me by my full name?" He retorted as I smirked, "It sounds weird to my ears. Harry is just okay."

Constantine sat in the dimly lit chamber, her eyes fixed on Isolde as she chanted an incantation in Hungarian, a language rarely spoken among witches. The ancient words held an eerie power, and as Isolde continued, the atmosphere in the room seemed to shift and thicken, as if the very air had come alive. “Sötét erők, hallj meg engem.” Isolde’s voice was unwavering as she spoke the arcane phrases. “Áldj meg engem a hatalmaddal.”

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”