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Oh My Bloody Chicken
“Potter?” I breathed, staring at his eyes – Lily's eyes - his face, his... scar. That was something James didn't have...
Of Chickens and Roads
A tall, thin, black haired man wearing a long black robe, back facing us, was standing at the front. Oh dear Merlin, they hired bats to teach Potions! How is that even possible?
Slimy Green Snotball
“Do I file this under Potter or should I make a new file?” I asked loudly.
Son of a Mutilated, Wailing Banshee
“Harry's Godfather...” Oh, he's a fifty-year-old nutcase? Let's hope not. He's deceased? He's a ghost? Oh boy oh boy, the suspense! “He's... He's not all that bad. There was just a really big misunderstanding,” Hermione's brows furrowed and she looked grim. Misunderstanding? He's not all that bad? He's a giant! I knew it!
Holy Mother of Buckets
“So it is you, Roster.” His smirk was still drool worthy, even after all these years.
Bat Cross Moles
Sirius' laughter came louder and louder into the room... I couldn't help but take a second glance at the butcher knife to the side of me.
Elephants and Their Butts
“Remus!” I heard a yell from the door. I immediately choked on my butterbeer and made desperate rasping sounds from the back of my throat. REMUS? Remus Lupin? Oh dear, this Christmas is plain old hell and Sirius is the devil.
...EW! Sirius Essence!
My breath got stuck in my throat as I blinked at the marble gravestone. “Lily?”
Ho Ho Ho (Pt. 1)
“Selene,” I heard my name, “You’ve got presents too, you know.” Hermione put yet another book down onto the already massively towering pile beside her. She looked at me with an inviting look on her face.
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