Tracey Davis Harry Potter Novels & Stories

A small grin found its way onto her face, breaking through her earlier tension. “And what is your name, sir?” “My name is Powell, but you can call me Shades.” “Uhh… alright, Shades. Thank you very much.” “It is my pleasure. Let me go get Harry.” Without another word, he turned and walked toward the bungalow, his steps measured and purposeful. Tracy watched him leave, her shoulders relaxing slightly now that the intensity of his presence had moved away from her. A few minutes passed. Then the door opened, and Harry stepped out, hastily trying to knot his tie as he walked. He looked like someone who had been caught off guard but was determined to recover quickly. Shades returned to his positio

"Seth, it's going to be okay, don't call in bankruptcy on your late dad's company yet." Daisy's voice was barely above whispers yet laced with hope. "I will come over to your house by tomorrow, I think I might have found a way to fix our problem." Daisy said as she stared in bewilderment at her door. "Seth, I will call you back, I think someone is inside my room." Her voice was laced with trepidation and anxiety. Before Seth Nathaniel could say a word, Daisy Hunter ended the call. Her heart raced, Beads of sweat built down her cheeks as she walked slowly towards her door.

Perry. “Is she in trouble?” Trisha thought and she brought out her (seventeen centimeters long) wand from a deep pouch in her cardigan. She had learnt a few spells from her mother. They couldn't do much harm to her opponent(s) but they could disarm them, giving her a chance to free Mrs. Perry. She opened the door a little wider and sneaked into the library. It was darker than it had been the last time Trisha was there. Precisely, there was but a bulb that shone dully.

Not taking much time, the Baron stopped in front of a student and pointed at her. "Name and question." Hands were put down and the girl spoke. "Good evening, Lord Ravenclaw, I'm Tracey Davies, second year. How did you become the owner and Lord of Hogwarts?" "Very good question, Ms Davies. How can I own Hogwarts if I'm only Lord Ravenclaw? Let's separate it into four parts, shall we? One for each founder. First we have Ravenclaw. Susan and Susan were Rowena's only heirs. I married Susan , the eldest of the twins and became Lord Ravenclaw with the blessing of Rowena, and after Susan's untimely demise, Susan inherited her part of the castle. Second, we have Hufflepuff. Contrary to the claim of

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

I asked, "Hey, do I look like I don't exist? How can you badmouth me while I'm here?" Tracy and Jose laughed at me and splashed the water and we three began playing in the water. We began swimming for a distance while competing with each other. We returned to the shore after playing in the water and saw someone holding a torchlight and pointing at us. When that person turned away the light, I saw his face. Harry. How did he find us? Wasn't he supposed to be in the camp taking care of students? Harry asked in a firm tone, "Does Mr Davis know about this?"

I could hear my own heartbeat, slow, uncertain, and too fragile for my liking. “You scared the life out of us,” Hazel reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face, as she said softly. “At some point, I didn't know what to think anymore.” I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t. I just stared down at my hands. They looked pale, thinner than I remembered. Moments later, the door creaked open and Davis returned with a healer trailing behind him, a petite woman with silver threaded hair and a calm, unreadable expression. She carried a tray of herbs and small vials.

Pressing the button, I watch her sexy green eyes turn hazy. "What's your name and what are you doing here?" I ask as I step back to get a better look at this green-eyed lady. She appears to be in her late twenties, average height with nice shapely legs. Her light yellow blouse is stretched tightly across her well-proportioned breasts and her nipples are protruding as if they're aroused. "Tracy Davis, head of security," she answers. "No one is authorized to use this room right now. There are no classes scheduled." What the fuck is she talking about? What classes?

As soon as he saw Carwyn Levi, Harry reached out to hug him, "Hu hu hu, Uncle Levi… Harry wants Uncle Levi to hold..." Harry was frightened by Joyce, and Carwyn Levi stepped forward and took him out of Grainne's arms. Carwyn Levi once again shouted at Joyce: "Let her go!" Joyce froze in fear, standing still. Carwyn Levi yanked her hand out of Grainne's lap and whispered to her, "Let's go."