Harry Potter One Shots Romane & Geschichten

The last time I checked you were so eager to execute this plan. H: Things happen, things happen and then you must realise this may not be what you want anymore. R: I respect your decision but still we have to wait till after twenty-four hours. H: Is there no alternative? R: What I said still stands, goodnight Mr Harry. Harry scrolled through the chats searching for her name. He didn't remember her damn name anymore. He had saved her number with just a letter that started her name. Oh there, he found it, Rina

At least he managed to burn the note his cold fish wife had in her hand. He looked up when he noticed the door opened and closed. There was no one. Puzzled he kept looking but see nothing. He pours himself another glass of brandy. The glass was suddenly slapped from his hand. Shocked he looked around. He appeared to be alone but he can feel the presence. “Wha…what do you want?” he asked stuttering. The hand slapped him through the face nails cutting into his fleshy skin. He watched the name appeared in blood on the paper. A chill went through him.

He blew a white substance into the air and I almost jumped out of my skin when the elderly woman we watched leave earlier stood so close to us staring at kyle most scarily. “What the fuck,” I exclaimed as I quickly pulled kyle behind me and placed myself in a defense mode. “What do you want,” Harry asked the old woman while pointing a magical substance towards her. “She is mine,” the old woman said, her voice echoing over and over again “Sorry, she is mine now,” Harry said to her and before she could say another word, Harry broke something that look like an egg, and there was smoke everywhere. “Run, “ he said and I dragged kyle's hand as we started running deep into the woods.

“I’m not touching that. I’ll get tetanus or something.” Harry glanced over at me with a flat, unimpressed look. “And you think I’m going to touch it?” I tried to stare him down. “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who wanted to be the hero. So go ahead and be the hero, Harry. Open it. Don’t let me stand in your way.” Harry looked at the knob, then at me, then back at the knob, and the devil grinned. I expected something stupid like ‘open sesame’ or ‘alohomora’. But nope, he had to be dumb but piss me off at the same time as well.

After he found his seat adjacent to mine, his manliness overpowered my space, and it forced me to look at him. But his closeness startled me, and I became eager to draw back and look elsewhere, but one of his fingers found the base of my chin and stopped me. “Miss Edwards…” He whispered my name as if someone was close by and was trying to eavesdrop on our conversation. “Are you perhaps horny?” “Horny?” I chuckled unbelievably, my eyes finally darting to the side. “Put on a shirt,” I said seriously. He leaned back and grabbed his fork. “I heard pregnant women are usually horny at one point. I wonder...” he inspected the silverware. “I wonder who will do the job of relieving you when that time

He stared at his reflection—the young man with smart eyes and restless hands—and whispered: “Who are you to stand before them? A boy ran out from three powerful men, a wolf without a pack, the son of an exile.” The reflection did not answer. Only his own voice echoed back. Then he heard a knock. “Henry?” Harold’s deep voice, called. “Yes,” Henry answered, straightening his notes. Harold entered, carrying two cups of tea. He set one on the desk. “For your nerves,” he said. “Next tomorrow will be long.”

Setting down the plate of muffins I smile, none of them acknowledging it, snobby bitches. Taking the coffee, I carefully place it on the table when snobby bitch one, waves her arm while talking animatedly, knocking the coffee out of my hand. "Fuck" I shout because the scalding hot coffee spilled all over my hand, at the same time snobby bitch one screeches "You low life Idiot" "What the fuck did you just say ?" I turn and glare at the snobby bimbo barbie. "I. Said. You. Low. Life. Idiot" She replies slowly but loud for the whole cafe to hear.

written as the heading. As I skimmed through it, one bucket list caught my attention: seduce Morgan Wright and make him succumb to me. I read it over and over again as I stared at the woman crouched on the floor and still picking up items clumsily as my pupil shrank violently. Could it be that this woman who occupied my thoughts approached me on purpose? Was I mistaken about her? What was she after—my money, power, or status?

Everyone became a frozen statue at their place. But in a few seconds murmuring started again, but, more loud and clear. Students started talking about Harry's past or whatever biodata they have or heard. -"What is he talking about!" -"Sister? Did I hear something wrong?" -"Ahh! Guys Harry does have a sister." -"Where did that come from?" -"You guys forgot? We all know that Harry has two younger siblings. One is his sister and the other one is his youngest brother." -"So are you saying that Serene is... No, that can't be true."

Permiton continues, “The barrier that protects Altinna was first erected by a fae with silver eyes, just like Maerilee’s. This fae was a powerful sorceress, and she was connected to not one, not two, but four different men. Each of them was her One, and together, they were able to create the barrier that has protected our kingdom for centuries.” A hush falls over the room as his words sink in. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I absorb what he’s saying. Four Ones. The idea seems impossible, yet here I am, sitting beside two men who both strengthen my magic in ways I can’t fully understand. Could it be true? Could I be meant to have more than one One, just like this ancient fae? My mother