Finite Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Then back at her. Absolutely not. Harry was my younger cousin. Twenty-three. Rich, reckless, and had the attention span of a goldfish. He’d been kicked out of two colleges for fighting, and last I heard he was “investing” in crypto by day and racing motorcycles by night. He flirted with anything that breathed and left a trail of crying girls behind him. And Shula, my Shula, who blushed at the word ‘virgin’, was practically vibrating at the sound of his name.

Two months went by and we were also a week away from Matt's 18th birthday. The man loves to read, so I decided to buy him the complete series of Harry Potter. He loves the books more than the movies. He couldn't afford the whole series, so this is the perfect gift. And also, the wand. He is a Potter head. I saw him walking to his locker, I ran towards him and jumped on his back. "There she is." He chuckled. "You're almost eighteen." I said while hugging him. He's older than us for a few months.

"She was just too obsessed with Harry Potter. Wouldn't shut up about it." I gaped at him. "I love Harry Potter." Wes stared at me with wide eyes, amusement flickering through them. "As one does but there's eight movies. For God's sake, imagine sitting through a full summary of each movie." I narrowed my eyes. "I would totally give you eight-movies worth of summaries. Personally, the fifth and sixth movies are my favourite but the Goblet of Fire has a special place in my heart. Robert Pattinson and all."

I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide. “You’ve actually seen Harry fucking Potter?!” “I’ve read it. I have kids and grandkids. I need to know the things they know. Besides, even though the author was a dumbass, it’s a pretty cool story.” Cyrus nodded, “it is, right?” He winked at me. “But don’t fucking worry. I’ll die first, so I’ll let you know what it’s like.” “Don’t make jokes about that!” April said, slapping Cyrus’ arm, who pretended to be more hurt than he actually was.

The group of men filter behind the grizzly bear in front of us. Gee-gee lets out an over exaggerated laugh. “Oh, I’M SORRY, I must be misunderstanding you. Did you just call your FUTURE QUEEN a mud-blood?” Before he can respond she continues. “What is this? Fucking Harry Potter?” The man sniffs his nose before spitting on the ground in front of me. “She’s no future Queen of mine.” The men behind him yell out their agreement. I take a step closer to the man and give him a sinister smile. “What is your name, sir?” I bat my eyes at him.

Alec was the only one keeping me sane because he was just being normal from everybody else. "So what are we watching?" my captain asked as she plopped down on Quinn's bed. "Got these new 4k Bluray copies of Harry Potter series," Quinn said, showing the stack of movie cases in her hands as she stood by the edge of her bed. I glanced at Bailey at the other side of the room. She was sitting on the couch, just watching us silently. "Bailey, do you want to see the whole series tonight?" I tried to pull her into our conversation.

wheelchair rugby team and its journey to the 2004 Paralympics in Greece is on your favorites list too. “What about Harry Potter?” she asks. “I haven’t seen it or them. I thought there were, like, fifteen movies in the series.” Her hair has fallen forward on her face and she pushes it back. I’ve seen the curve of her neck a million times, but now I’m fascinated with every inch of skin displayed. I want to sink my fingers into her hair and hold her still, while I run my nose across her skin. “Van?” She pulls me out of my Danny-induced coma and I meet her eyes. “Sorry.”

I furiously glared at the person in front of me. He is wearing a circle-shaped glass, has a Korean-style haircut that hides half of his forehead, thick brow and eyelashes, a tall button nose, small monolid eyes, his thin and small lips have a pale pink color, and lastly his two or three inches beard. "Who are you and why am I here!?" I asked loudly. If Hilary is here then he might be the one who kidnaps her! I need to know every detail and intention this man has.

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."

The air was new there and it was practically in the center of the college, so they could nearly see everybody and its developments. While eating frozen yogurt, Fanky saw somebody passing by them, Harry and Richard. They didn't give a lot of consideration to them since they likewise talked while strolling. "Pause, would they say they are Harry and Richard?" Fanky asked Arosh while eating frozen yogurt. "Indeed, they are." Arosh answered. "Stand by, for what reason does Harry resemble that? For what reason are there wounds in his face?" Fanky went to Arosh and inquired, "What did you do to Harry?" Fanky inquired.