Tracey Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"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?"

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

she said with a mischievous smile on her face. It didn't take long for me to understand what she meant, and an image of a British actor portraying a fictional character popped into my head. "Oh, you mean, Harry Potter, and yeah, it was Hagrid who was the keeper of the keys," I exclaimed. "Bingo!" "Wait, are you saying that there is someone here named Hagrid?" I asked in disbelief. "Of course not! But there is someone here named Lucy, and she kept all the keys in each room," she said, still oblivious to my excited heart.

Trent decided that her friend’s objective had gone past her. Harry looked at Trent with a knowing expression and waited for Trent to say something. Trent wasn’t sure what to say. Did he want to go down this road with Mel? Yeah, she was funny and fun to be around but honestly how much did he know about her, other than her slightly creepy stalking tendencies that proved to be rather contagious. “Well, what do you think?” Harry asked, looking hopeful and Christie glared at him. He wasn’t sure if which way she wanted him to go.

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."

Leaving him, and walking towards the study, I could hear his footsteps behind me, thank God he didn't insist on being here. "Let us go in?," I asked, pushing the door open and heading in first. "I have rarely seen your help around," he said the minute he walked in. "where is she," "Ohh she is taking a baking class," I expressed. _haati is probably the only one asides Hunter that is aware of Tracy's visit._ "Good," he nodded, "don't trust her too much, remember she has the blood of a witch flowing through her veins," he warned, pulling his own ears firmly.

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. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

they heard Harold reply, not relenting before he was rudely interrupted by the professor. “Enough, boy!” they heard him roar. “Don't even try changing the topic. I'm smarter than that and you should be, too. Why. Are. You. Here?” Trisha and Wilke's hearts began to beat hard against their ribcages and for a moment, they forgot about their own predicament. “I... I wanted to ask you, sir, about... Francis—your best friend,” they heard Harold reply and their mouths fell wide open, fully revealing their dentitions that glistened with the white light from Trisha's wand that shone on them.

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

She says to Uhtred, he rolls his eyes, “Whatever, geeks.” “Hey, don’t knock Harry Potter man.” Troy says coming up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I giggle and take Nicklaus from Uhtred for some much-needed baby cuddles then I open more presents from people, my sisters got me clothes and shoes, my little brother got me Harry Potter Bluetooth headphones, which are super cool but also a really strange gift. But then Troy hands me a big box with a new laptop and I suddenly realise what the headphones are for.