99 Results in the "Harry Potter" fandom
-
Harry never asked for the Tournament, but now he is stuck in it. Between dangerous magic and a potion that could change everything, the only thing keeping him grounded is the girl stirring at his side.-
6.9 K • Feb 15, '26
-
8.7 K • Mar 2, '26
-
7.7 K • Mar 11, '26
-
-
Harry pulled a sandwich out of his bag and took a big bite. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was tired. And satisfied. Training with Hermione and Ron had been, to be honest, fantastic. A completely different vibe compared to when he trained alone. The big green turtleneck he had on today; the one Hermione said matched his eyes perfectly, was a little soaked with sweat since he hadn’t really had time to change. But it didn’t smell, so he figured it was fine and made his way toward the library.…
-
227.3 K • Ongoing
-
-
Harry stepped through the portrait hole and froze. The common room was still full, every conversation cut off the second they saw him. Of course, they were waiting for him. Ron stood near the fireplace, eyes wide, mouth half open like he was about to speak but didn’t know what to say. Hermione was further back, arms crossed tight over her chest. She looked pale. Surprisingly Neville got to him first. “Are you okay? Where have you been?” he asked nervously. Harry looked at Neville and felt…
-
227.3 K • Ongoing
-
-
He had spent years constructing them not as people, but as silhouettes burned into the walls of stories other people told. They had become a kind of myth in his mind, embalmed in secondhand adjectives and mournful looks across dinner tables. Brave. Beautiful. Gone. But myths, when confronted with fact, collapse in ways that feel like betrayal. There was no grandeur in the stone. No revelation in the dates. Only arithmetic. A beginning. An end. Nothing in between. It struck him with the quiet cruelty of a…
-
227.3 K • Ongoing
-
-
The corridor outside the Defense classroom was already crowded when Harry arrived. He spotted Daphne near the middle of the group, looking half-bored and half-alert. Everyone was waiting. Moody stood by the door like a gargoyle with a pulse, arms folded, magical eye spinning slow as he watched them gather. “Classroom’s been altered for today,” he said without preamble. “You’ll be going in groups of four. I’ll read the names. When you hear yours, you enter. The moment you step through that…
-
227.3 K • Ongoing
-
- Previous 1 … 13 14 15 … 20 Next
