Yaxley Harry Potter Novels & Stories

It means a great deal to me! ＊ The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. Above all, I felt the immeasurable guilt for pretending to be his friend to gain more information on Tyler and his connection with Villain X. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

I pick up my belongings and head for the front doors of the school. "Well...well, if it isn't, Train Tracks in motion. Nice Harry Potter pencil case: what are you eleven? If you're looking for Platform Nine and three quarters...Don't bother; they don't accept muggles like you," Kelly smirks while twirling a strand of her curly brown locks in her hand. Alexa and Tia click their heels with impatience. "For someone who thinks I'm a nerd...you sure know a lot about Harry Potter, yourself there, Kelly."

Alexandra could feel the tension between these two. "Uhmm…I should get inside," she couldn't look them in the eyes, she turned and entered her room. _________ "I'll be introducing something different today," Robert glances over at Lexi, she wasn't paying attention. "Pay attention, little brat," he scoffed. Alexandra rolled her eyes and glided her eyes from the book on the table. "What's that?" She queried, pointing at his hand. The book in Robert's hand caught her attention. "This is a book of spells. There are few of these books, but I think this is the last one, all others have been burnt." He countered as he turned the pages.

She turned to Xander who looked annoyed as hell. "My Xandy let's go we have to pick children from school." Xander at first glared at her for calling that name but then let out a sigh of relief. "Yes please let's go." They all stood up as well as Harry. "I also have to pick the cake from the bakery. I will come back in a few minutes. You guys should start getting ready the guests will be here anytime. " Harry said making everyone nod. Reaching the bakery he asked for his order and they said they will send the order to Stone mansion which Harry agreed.

He inhaled the delicious scent, trying to locate the source. Weird, thought Alexander. He used the portal most of the time but never felt that way. The strange feeling he was getting from inhaling the delicious scent intrigued him. He had to find the person. So, he took off running, following the scent like a Bloodhound. Soon, he ended up standing in front of Hertford Manor. Alexander peeked at the front yard, seeing a petite girl, her dark brown hair reaching to her waist. She was looking at the bright full moon, so he was unable to see her face. Her pale fists were curved into a ball; as if she was mired in deep thought.

Day job as a cataloging library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can’t decide). Justice League Team Flash. Arrow Team Stephen Amell. Stranger Things obsessed. Heard Laurel, not Yanny. Started out reading with the Baby-Sitters Club. Then moved to Sandra Brown, Linda Howard, Julie Garwood, and LaVyrle Spencer in high school. Now all over the place with her romance reading tastes.

“When the Veil falls. When the Forgotten Ones rise. And when the world needs a ruler who is neither human… nor cursed… but something in between.” He stepped closer. “Aria is not your enemy,She is your last hope to awaken the queen as well.” “And you?” she whispered. “What are you?” Harry smiled—sadly, almost kindly. “I am the shadow that prepares the throne.” Then he turned, vanishing into the dark. The headmistress sat alone, the chalice almost slipped from her hands. And for the first time, she wondered—who was she really fighting for? For three days nobody saw or heard from Harry.

XANDRIA'S POV I sat on my couch, running my hand through my hair as if my brush wasn't worthy. Ha! Yeah right. I was just too lazy to go into the bathroom and brush it myself. Ice cream was beside me on the table, my sweatpants fit loosely around my waist, and my loose shirt was on my torso like a blanket. I sighed, turning on the TV and finding that Harry Potter was on. Hey! Professor Lupin was a werewolf. Umm... A pretty ugly and fake werewolf.

The casting Unspeakable started to cast a very specific diagnostic. *groan* "Really?" "Really." "Gibbers?" He asked the casting Unspeakable. The cloaked man finished his spell and directed his cloaked face to his superior. "Affirmative for Horcrux." "Bloody Hell. Who is the kid?" The gloved Unspeakable, Buzzer, went to one of the books still on top of the bed and opened it, reading the name written on the front cover's back out loud. "Ginny Weasley."

Zara spoke up, "Mr. Lark, if you’re making suggestions on what I should wear, you might be speaking to the wrong person." Yaxley did not seem to notice. "I know this amazing tailor who makes beautiful dresses. I'll get one made for you in this color. What's your size? Or better yet, I'll take you to meet the tailor this weekend. Dresses like that need to be made just for you." Zara figured out something about Yaxley—he only paid attention to what he wanted and only talked about what he wanted. She had met bossy guys like Yosef and nice guys like Stanley. However, Yaxley was in a league of his own with his shamelessness.