Harry

Please تبصرہ on what آپ think and which Harry Potter پرستار fiction آپ would like to see first.

Harry Potter:
1. The موسیقی of the Night
You would never guess, the beautiful dark haired girl was lord Voldermorts daughter. Tenebrae hated her father as much as she hated herself, she was so very ashamed of having such a father. Would آپ like to go into Tena's world? Would آپ want to know what happened when she saw her father again, alive and well? Please تبصرہ یا vote in a سروے (I'm making that when I finish this). {7 books}

2.The White phoenix
Phoenix White, the most مقبول girl in the whole...

This is a crossover پرستار fiction between the Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter. There are real people in this story as well, celebrities.


"Get up آپ two lazy bugs! Come on! Taylor! Nordiac!" A tall girl with long, slightly wavy blonde hair shouted across the room. Trying to wake up her best friend, Nordiac Veronica and her 15 سال old little sister, Taylor Swift.

Another girl, the same age as the one who woke her up sat up in her بستر and stretched, "Coming up Flora, just give me a sec."

Flora walked towards the بستر in the middle, and the بستر groaned. She rolled her eyes and lifted the covers...

“Simon!” all three of us yelled. We could hear him scream as he fell. A loud thunk was heard after he hit the ground below.

“Ow!” he screamed from the abyss.

Patrick was the first to speak up. “Simon, are آپ okay?”

We could barely hear him. “I-I think so... I think there're ropes down here.”

Hazel and Patrick looked at me. I shrugged.

Then he screamed again. “Not ropes!”

“What are they?” I called down to him.
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“Snakes!” Soon, his screams died out.

“Simon? Simon!” Hazel yelled down.

No answer. Dead. Gone.

You didn't listen. Your friend will now take my place. The...

آپ wouldn't want to be me. یا my three دوستوں I guess آپ could say. Our Fate was terrible. Before I get to that, lets start from the beginning.

Lets see... Oh!

It started on any other day. School was coming to a close (no idea why I had to be there). Anyway, we were walking up to the building. I was sweating to death which was nothing new.

“Max, come on!” Patrick yelled.

“I'm coming I'm coming...”

Simon came up, obviously knowing I'd just got there. “Your paper on a historical place done?”

I looked at him. “Of course. That was the only project I could do correctly.”

“Can I...