Finite Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Grainne was about to refuse when Harry scrambled to reply first: "Very good! Mommy, Uncle William, I'm starving!" As he said that, he rubbed his small belly. As if wanting to prove that what he said was true, his small stomach immediately made a few rumbling sounds. The boy had been working all afternoon, now he was really hungry. Grainne didn't refuse anymore, and led Harry into Liam William's car, "What are we going to eat?" Harry excitedly said: "Mom, I want to eat spicy hot pot!" Grainne immediately protested: “No, didn't I say it last time? Spicy hot pot can only be eaten once a month.” "But Harry wants to eat..." Harry said, lowering his head sullenly. Liam William pulled out his phone

It’s dangerous yet I find myself wanting those captivating eyes to never look away. It frightens me to my core and I panic. “My real name is Harry and I come from a hidden world known as Hogwarts. My grandmother is Gandalf.” I sound stupid, I’m so stupid. The fumbling words leave my mouth before I can control them. I expect confusion from him, or maybe he’d look at me like I am some weirdo, but…he laughs. He laughs out freely. The laughter stems deep from within him, rich with real cheerfulness. As always, I’m entranced by it. The wind picks up the sound fast, playing it in the air.

But since Harry hadn't paid him, he may not agree. Harry bumped his fist on the table. He was close to getting it, but it was working, and it annoyed him. He had to think fast and smart. Then it clicked. He had seen a weird-ass poster on F******k about a certain spy agency, but he scrolled past it because he didn't think he was going to need it. Now he needed it more than ever.

Kara came last, her violet eyes narrowed, her silver hair pulled back from her face. The half-blood collapsed at Elif's feet. He was young, barely more than a boy, his dark skin streaked with dirt and dried blood. His left arm hung at a strange angle, broken and untreated. His breath came in ragged gasps. "Help him," Elif said.

Brandon says but I still won't budge. Eventually, I do and I watch someone named Harry and Ron riding a flying car and getting tangled up in a giant moving tree. Then there is this lady that's apparently the vice-principal and the head for a house called Griffindoor or something like that, what's her name Mrs McDonald's? I like her. Now and then we both laugh and I enjoy it when his chest rises and falls against my head. This is nice.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make till the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the gods above Can separate the two of us I hummed softly along and he looked over at me. "Big fan,huh?" "No, just one of them." I pulled over into the parking lot. "Who's this unlucky guy?" "One, he's not unlucky. Two, it's Harry." We walked towards my locker. "Harry Styles?" "No," I rolled my eyes at him. "Harry Potter." "Haha, really funny." He said as I slammed my locker shut. I turned on my heels and coffee spilled on my shirt. Way to start Friday morning. "Watch the hell where you're going." The voice barked.

His eyes reminded me of a puppy. I smiled. "Yeah, for like, two hours." "Then how many hours does a guy need to get your number?" He was still looking at me, the moonlight shone on his face, making it harder for me to tell him that he'd never get my number. "Mey, what does it take for a guy to get your number?" "You tell me the three unforgivable spells in Harry Potter." He fished out his cell phone, probably going to Google it up, so I quickly added, "by reading the book, without searching the Internet, and I'd give you my number."

It is hard to chew it as I try my best to smile innocently at Sky who sighs and pokes my full cheeks, commenting that I look like a chipmunk. “Option one from about two hundred and fifty years ago, the Harry Potter Series.” Lia chimes in, motioning the pile of seven movie sitting on the edge of the coffee table. I laugh, watching as Lia begins to take the first movie – Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone. I movie full of magic and a revolution at the end. Seems fitting to what I am dealing with right now. “What the other option?” Sky asks, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pressing a kiss on my forehead.

"How about a decent movie this time?" "Harry Potter?" I ask. His whole face lights up. "I can kiss you right now." He chooses Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, which happens to be both our favorites, and we lean back and watch. I'm really absorbed in the beginning—how could someone ever get bored during a Harry Potter movie?—but then my eyes start to droop. I guess the past day and a half have been a little too exciting for me. Before I know it. I'm out cold.