Yule Ball Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“Planning another one of your infamous pranks? Found another billboard to drop on me?” Harry's eyes twinkled, his smirk deepening. “No,” he said, “no billboards tonight. Actually, I wanted to tell you that I’ll be holding an after-party on the yacht tonight. Care to join? It’ll be a change from your usual nightly musings.” “The yacht?” I asked, frowning. “After last time?” “Oh, come on, brother,” Harry said, clapping his hand on my shoulder. “That gunshot at the last party was an accident; a simple case of someone forgetting to… turn the safety on. I’m sorry one of your men got injured, but it really wasn’t intentional.”

I change into my comfy pumpkin pjs and furry tanktop while harry gets changed into sweatpants he apparently got with him and I lend him his shirt, but just for tonight with a promise to return it back in the morning . Along with kisses and cuddling. We decide to have a moviethon with popcorn and cold drink. Lots of it. We also order a pizza for dinner. I pop us some popcorns while he sets the movie and get us blankets .We decide on the harry potter series since its long and interesting and also because we have discovered that we're both potterheads.

Lily asked. “Like Voldemort, he put pieces of his soul into objects so he could live forever. Evil fucking bastard, with his snake head.” Cyrus explained. “So, you’re actually turning Lily’s beautiful story into a kid’s story about a wizzard villain?” His mate April asked, rolling her eyes at her Cyrus. We all laughed. Cyrus always had a movie or song lyric to quote to explain a situation. “It’s not like Harry Potter. You can’t resurrect us using our grandkids.” I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide.

Hazel immediately started to dust it from my clothes, some were on my face and again I wondered if the glitter part was really necessary. I finished the letter a few seconds later. "She wants to host the first full moon ball in my honour" I darted a skeptical look in Hazel's direction. "First full moon ball? What does that even mean?" Another reminder that I was a Luna who knew nothing about her people's culture, The reality of that didn't settle well with me.

Before Yandel got to speak up how displeased he was that Azariah touched his sacred nose, the MC got everyone standing to go get their serves and socialize and turns out the big twist to the fundraiser was that it was also a ball, A motherfucking ball like it was the fucking nineteenth century, they weren't even dress for it mostly, as some women came in business suits too. "A ballroom dance?" Rachel muttered to herself. It was just weird, a ball in the ending of November and a fundraiser, What the hell were this two bastards planning, like what was next, A fucking mask party… "Hey sweetheart, you need to stop overthinking it. Let go and just enjoy."

They still look happy even after everything that happened to them. It was shocking how steady and true their love was. Matilda watched them till they were suddenly interrupted by Mr Carlos who was holding the leaves which were required. Matilda gasped and shook her head in disbelief. The magic ball became blank again like something had covered it. "Did you know him?" Noticing the change in her expression, he asked. "Yes, he was a wizard in our coven but later got kicked out. Those leaves in his hands are rare and specially used to make a spell or potion that would make a person invisible and unharmed to any evil creature" Matilda replied.

"What are you talking about? Where am I?" Irina stared at me as if I had grown a second head. "The Hale Manor, you foolish child! Stop this pretense. We have a crisis. The Ball is tomorrow." "The Ball?" "Yes, the Sanguine Ball!" Shane hissed, leaning closer. "The Lord's annual selection event. Your sister, Rue, is supposed to be presented, along with Alice. But Rue is violently ill. Now, because you came of age two years ago, you must go in her place!"

He stated rather than asked, his features instantly contorting into a frown as he stared down upon me. “Tonight is All-Hallows-Eve. Which means every dark supernatural will be present at the annual Ball. Which means we will be there too.” “What!?” I widely stared up at him, feeling deep panic already rising within me as I could only imagine all the bad things that could occur due to my mere presence there. “No! I will not-” “Calm down. Nothing bad will happen,” He instantly cut me off, seeming like he could actually read my thoughts as he calmly explained,

"It did nothing." Probably because they were using a common acceptable magic for Nobles, called ‘Umbra’, which I don’t plan on using. Fortunately for all of us, I'm far more skilled at other types of magic. Specifically, the ‘Malefic’, the forbidden kind. "No harm in trying again," I hum, turning. But Hellion halts my step when he tells me to stop. "The Mate Ball…” he starts. “Zuri got something for you when I took her to Torah, before she... It's a dress.”

"You remember that tent from the Triwizard Tournament? The one that looks tiny on the outside but inside it’s like an entire house?" Andy caught the ball and grinned. "You want me to Harry Potter us a tent?" I shrugged, folding the shirt and adding it to a stack. "I mean... can you?" He pushed himself to his feet, brushing invisible dust from his jeans. "Please. Amateur hour. I could do better than that with my eyes closed." Simon arched an eyebrow from across the room. "Be careful. She’s going to hold you to that." I smirked. "Absolutely I will."