Until The Very End Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Isolde whispered, her words dripping with a chilling finality. Elder Noble’s strength waned, and his legs gave way beneath him. He crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath, his life slipping away with every passing second. The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was Isolde’s cold, unfeeling eyes, a silent reminder that within the coven’s shadowed depths, secrets had a way of being silenced, no matter the cost.

“Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?” “Gryffindor.” Dean smiled at him. “They are courageous, chivalrous and determined. Plus, holy shit, the special effects.” JD laughed and hugged her to him. “I didn’t think that Harry was your type of movie. But I guess the special effects make it your type.” “Yeah. Especially the parts that aren’t done completely CGI. I mean even then; you have your place holders. And of course, there’s a forest named after me.”

We decide on the harry potter series since its long and interesting and also because we have discovered that we're both potterheads. I sit with a bowl of popcorn in my hand and our drink while he starts the movie. I forgot the straws so i get up but harry grabs my wrist and stops me. "Where are you going ,claire?" he asks. "To get the straws for the drink." I say and roll my eyes. "There's no need for straws" He says. "Then how will we drink it? . I mean there is only one glass but if you want to share -" I am halfway done with my words but harry stops me midway by placing his finger on my lips and shushing me.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

I want to look out the windows to make sure Connors isn't in sight of being spotted from the pack house. I look out the window for a couple of minutes till I come to the conclusion that he's not. I then go and sit down. I then look as Tasha walks in with a huge bowl of pop corn and sits next to me. John and a few guys and girls from school were already here. Kurt comes and puts on the movie, and we sit down to eat and watch. He had out on Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. It's such a great movie. My personal favorite out of all of them.

Always us. THE END

He says with a smirk. “Tell, yes that’s right defiantly tell. I am watching Harry Potter. The first one. I had planned to watch all of them the weekend.” I somehow found my voice and confidents only to ramble like an idiot, I would smack my forehead, but I am just going to act like it was normal and not draw any more attention to it.

But the statement seemed to have given her just the strength she needed, as she rose from the bed, and headed for the bathroom. Thirty minutes later, Phoebe returned, looking so refreshed you'd hardly know she'd been in tears. She got dressed in a baggy polo and short pants. While she searched the room for a pin to adjust her shorts that was a little bigger than her at the waist, she caught sight of a novel, which made her lips curl up in a smile. One of the seven series of Harry Potter’s books _Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. She’d just finished with the first series back home and as luck would have it, that was the next one on the line. Her stomach growled but she ignored it, know

That was more than enough. The End

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK