Wizard Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Harry wasn’t exactly human. When they got serious, Harry revealed his secret to Mom. Somehow, he didn’t pick up on the fact Mom sucks eggs at keeping secrets. Not even five minutes passed before she told me. Luckily for Harry, I can keep secrets. You see, Harry’s a werewolf. I know what you’re thinking — run, this guy is totally crazy! That’s exactly what I told Mom, so she convinced Harry to do the change into a wolf thing in front of me.

She tried her best to not show fear, but instead, tried to gather as much information as she could to find out what he was planning. The scene shifted to Onyx, talking to a wizard who was stirring a large pot of potion. Her uncle suddenly looked around. Harlow stepped back, thinking that he knew she was there. But she didn’t notice it before but Onyx could only reach her in her dreams because of the help of witches. ’’Are you seeing anything?’’ He asked the wizard with gray hair. ’’Not yet, you stupid one, these things take time.’’ The wizard snapped. ’’I don’t have time, it’s either you can do the fucking spell to bring her back or not.’’

he said, almost with a hint of sorrow. “There’s more than meets the eye, my lady,” he said quietly, My legs wobbled. The forest around me spun. I could barely find my voice. Words deserted me. Utterly. He moved, instinctively reaching for me, but stopped the moment I raised my hand. His jaw tightened. He understood. I steadied myself, I looked up at him. “Who are you, really?” He hesitated. Then softly, deliberately, “I am a wizard.” The word cut through me like ice.

His weary and old eyes fluttered at him in both confusion and denial. “Whatever you mean, young man?” That old voice asked for the second time. “Young man… this old man is at least double your age. Show some respect to me, will ya?” And oh, Hashim enjoyed every moment he saw that wizard was having a stroke but still wanted to maintain his coolness. It was both hilarious and stupid. “My name is C.” “An alphabet name? So anticlimax.” Rolling his eyes. “I am the strongest wizard.” “Yeah.” Yawning.

I shout finishing my little rant, he stands there looking at the ground for a second, but before I knew it I'm grabbed and held down against the wall. "I don't like when people talk like that to me doll, it really angers me, I know Tammy kept putting weird stories in your head so much that you're starting to believe them but ,I'm not the bad guy" he starts, looking at me evilly in the eye while I look terrified back at him, I go to speak but he holds his finger to my lips "you don't have to say anything doll, I'm not gonna be here today so ink will be here with you" he explains tucking a piece of hair behind my ear smiling, this guy is literally insane! He sends me one more smile before turn

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.

KIARAS POV It’s been two months now since I arrived here at the White Haven Coven. Though, it definitely has felt longer. My first week here was tough trying to just fit in. There are definitely some witches and warlocks that made it their life’s mission to make me miserable. What gets me the most is that it’s mainly adults that have an issue with me. Aunt Karina told me to ignore them. That they are just jealous because I can tap into magic no one else can without using dark magic which would also cause them to lose their powers a lot faster. Not for me because dark magic was used to create me, so I get all the benefits and as far as we know, none of the downfall. Eventually, I lost my temp

I replied. "Come on, let's hear it" said Finral, one of my mates. He was Chinese and very tall. Most of the other guys grumbled in agreement as well. "First of all, I would like to apologise for failing you guys at the... realm. I don't know what happened" I started. "George the second. His sword contains a numbing gel. The moment he cuts you with it. It will slowly make you loose all cognitive function. I knew you were done for the moment he cut you" said Matilda, she was a cute girl with glasses.

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.

The whispers started again and my focus reverted back to it. I had only been a few hours in and this book had taught me spells I never knew existed in my life. The baffling things were it felt like this book was made for me, an extension to my life. I had also found the ritual process and ingredients for the Alpha’s curse. It could have made me happy but there was a major problem. I was still engulfed in my thoughts when I suddenly saw Alpha Hansel standing before my table. I almost jumped out of fear from his predatory looks.