Wrackspurts Harry Potter Novels & Stories

It is hard to chew it as I try my best to smile innocently at Sky who sighs and pokes my full cheeks, commenting that I look like a chipmunk. “Option one from about two hundred and fifty years ago, the Harry Potter Series.” Lia chimes in, motioning the pile of seven movie sitting on the edge of the coffee table. I laugh, watching as Lia begins to take the first movie – Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone. I movie full of magic and a revolution at the end. Seems fitting to what I am dealing with right now. “What the other option?” Sky asks, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pressing a kiss on my forehead.

Harry’s voice, unmistakable in its cold authority, responded, “In our line of work, everyone’s got a price.” Pressing myself against a wall behind some potted plants, I dared to peek around the corner. Harry, still wearing his suit from the party, was talking to a group of men. Among them was his massive bodyguard, whose very presence sent chills down my spine as I watched. “But ‘W’? Why would he mess with that? It’s not just another street drug,” the same voice from before said, laced with genuine confusion. I recalled overhearing bits and pieces about this ‘W’ drug at the party, which Logan explained to me—a new, highly potent substance causing ripples in the underworld. It made people’s w

Two months went by and we were also a week away from Matt's 18th birthday. The man loves to read, so I decided to buy him the complete series of Harry Potter. He loves the books more than the movies. He couldn't afford the whole series, so this is the perfect gift. And also, the wand. He is a Potter head. I saw him walking to his locker, I ran towards him and jumped on his back. "There she is." He chuckled. "You're almost eighteen." I said while hugging him. He's older than us for a few months.

Harry Evermore was the forensics department's techno-geek. He was a wizard with anything related to computers and machines. He was tall, skinny with shoulder-length black hair and glasses. Likewise, he didn't need the glasses, though. He had a perfect vision, but they made him look nerdy. He was also a werewolf, an omega to be precise. “Harry, can you hook up the dashcam to my laptop?” asked Clara, the object of his affection. “We'll be able to see things a lot better on my screen.”