Funny Harry Potter Pictures Novels & Stories

What kept me stable. Natalie's party was going to be a blast. The teen was a Potterhead like I've never seen before. She'd showed me pictures of her room on her phone. Everything was done in Hufflepuff's black and yellow. She even had a stuffed toy badger she'd named Puffles.

"Alright... The remains of a dead otter... It was still so tiny. I took a guess that it was still a newborn when it died. I did not understand the idea behind all this. But after you mentioned about spells and charms, I think I start to get the idea..." . "Yeah... But what kind of dark magic do they use in this modern world? Even using a dead animal as their tool. Sick. Sick to the head. Sick to the mind." . "That's not all, Harry... There were also yellow, rotten teeth inside there. Precisely three pieces. It was so disgusting, I literally almost puked upon discovering it all." .

So I decided to roam around a bit more while finding my way back to the living hall, when something caught my attention. It was a wall with a tree engraved in the middle with many branches propagating all over, and in each end of the branches were hung framed photographs of different people. It was a family tree, almost like the one in Black family from Harry Potter. I smiled. This family just ascended another step in my adore list.

Harry frowns. “I watched you make that, it’s just a normal drink. Where’s the magic?” He demands. “Here.” I say calmly as I reach behind the bar, grab some of the pink potion in my bare hands and fling it right at his face, essentially glitter bombing him. He sputters and coughs out a cloud of glitter. I expect him to be annoyed or complain but instead he just bursts out laughing.

Instantly the dizziness disappeared, Harry immediately punched the driver and asked him about the photo. "Sir, I'm sorry, madam who sent the picture to me," said the driver after being beaten by Harry. "You want to slander my wife? Are you tired of living?" Harry was even more emotional hearing that. "Sir, I'm not lying, in fact I have a lot of pictures," said the driver. With trembling hands he opened his phone and showed me the photo. To be honest, he was really scared right now. Harry really couldn't believe what he was seeing, more than ten photos of Sarra were in it. When reading in skimpy clothes, when leaving the bathroom wearing a towel and then playing on the cellphone.

It wouldn't hurt to drink some it just to be prepared for anything I shook my head at the absurdity of the situation before twisting the cap of the bottle open and drinking a moderate amount of the potion I cringed at the bitter taste as I screwed it shut and returned it back into the duffel bag The passenger's seat door opened just as I was zipping the bag up and Harvey climbed into the truck "I'm here!" she announced in a breezy voice as she eyed me to probably know if I was okay I swallowed down the rest of the bitter potion before flashing her a warm smile that seemed to make her relax immediately "Did you succeed in getting the pictures?" She snorted as she held up the medium sized enve

Regrets started to drown me in. Ty laughed and I quickly focused my attention back on him. "So that is why he has been searching for Harry Potter books! You turned him into a Harry Potter lover." "A Potterhead!" I gave her a disapproving look. Muggles, smh. "Yeah, whatever you call it." He rolled his eyes, clearly did not care, and I shot daggers at him.

May calls out loud and clear. “Who?” I questioned inquisitively. “Harry Scott.” May responds. “Oh my goodness. “Claudine chants almost sounding excited but freaking out. “Oh my Lord it is Harry! Look at that, the resemblance is super uncanny!” “What are you talking about?” I asked confusedly. “I don’t understand what you guys are saying.” “The portrait that you drew is Harry. He is carrying a surfboard on a beach.” May states. I gaped, “What? I didn’t. I swear.”

Alive. "Okay, just fine," Harry chuckled, rubbing his fat hands. “Now let’s see what your puppies say…” For a few minutes, Harry typed intently, snorted, then began to laugh, reading aloud especially liked moments. And then something pissed him off. He didn't say what, just slammed the laptop shut, tossed it on a chair, and looked at Kit with eyes filled with malice. Probably, according to the rules of the game, now he will begin to punish her?

I asked. “Pictures,” he said simply, gesturing me on. “They were incredibly difficult to take, but after I started getting suspicious I had to be sure.” I raised an eyebrow and tore open the back. Stacked in a neat cluster were dozens of photos of Harper and Lucas’s gamma, the one from the market! “Oh my goddess,” I whispered under my breath. A few showed kisses being stolen in the shadows of the palace gardens, but several were slightly blurry images of missionary sex. The angle of the camera was awkward, but there was no denying the faces of the people in the pictures.