Funny Harry Potter Pictures Novels & Stories

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.

It was just raw filled with certainty. Ivy swallowed hard. "Then sit down. I need to ask you some questions." Harry tilted his head slightly, a smirk ghosting over his lips. "Interrogation?" "Something like that." With a quiet chuckle, he sat, resting his elbows on his knees, watching her like he already knew what was coming. "Alright, Ivy. Ask me anything." Harry…" Ivy said, pulling out the picture she had taken from his basement—the one with faces crossed out in thick red paint.

Gossip and spectacle—both were instinctive human pleasures. Within hours, Harry's barking had gone viral, not just dominating domestic trending lists but spreading abroad as well. Violinists who had once quit the stage after suffering Harry's insults now felt vindicated, their long-suppressed anger released at last. In just a few hours, Harry's photos and videos had been mercilessly parodied. Some particularly creative netizens Photoshopped his face onto a dog's body and set it to ridiculous background music, leaving people laughing until their sides hurt.

“You’re always defending him.” “He’s my alpha. My best friend. My tether. It’s muscle memory at this point.” I smiled, reluctantly. “You want pictures for your Luna scrapbook or what?” he said, trying to lighten the mood. I burst out laughing. “What even is that?!” “You know, something to show your pups someday.” “My pups?” Harry grinned. “Do you want the pictures or not?” I gave in. “Fine. Let’s do it.” He led me to a hidden trail behind the training ground. Light filtered through the trees in golden beams.

“How do you even come up with these things?” Harry grinned proudly, leaning back in his chair. “It’s a gift, really. I consider myself a prank prodigy.” “Prodigy or not, you’re going to get expelled one of these days,” Lucas said, his voice light but laced with warning. “And I'm not going to help you this time if anything happened.” “This time?!” I questioned and Harry snorted, shrugging his shoulders. Next, he waved Lucas off. “Nah, they love me. Besides, someone’s got to keep things interesting.”

"I saw the photos. What were they from?" "Her birthday party," Laila replied. "Everyone dressed up. She insisted. Said it wasn't a real party unless everyone committed fully." Jordan let out a quiet laugh and moved toward the counter, grabbing a bottle of water and handing it to her like it was second nature. "What about Halloween this year?" "Hogwarts students," Laila said, pulling out her phone. "Group costume with her friends. They argued for weeks about houses." Jordan chuckled as she showed him the picture. "Gryffindor. Of course she is."

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:45 AM Larry Potter was doing a fine impression of a fish outside the water at the moment. What he just saw was some very amazing stuff, even when magic is taken into account. But then, he only knew this magic world for a little more than a year, so he didn't have much of a base to compare. Larry Potter then looked at his Head of House, and paused. Even if she was not doing a fish outside the water impression, she was looking at Erik with wide eyes.

he said but obviously, Hari thought the other boy was joking and he thus didn't take him seriously. "Ha ha ha, hurt me? How? I know you aren't trained and you don't have any weapon on you. So, pray tell, how would you have hurt me? Or are you a witch and you wanted to abracadabra me?" He said while laughing and Ravi just shook his head. "Abd... abda... what?" Ravi asked all confused because he didn't understand what Hari said. "You know, Harry Potter?" Hari said expecting Ravi to understand but he still had that confused lost look.

"Nothing, pretty much you and Harry!" Arosh unexpectedly woke up and sat on the bed. "What did you say? About us?" Arosh's eyes extended at what she heard. "Indeed, somebody posted an image of you and him presently spread on different F******k accounts, open your F******k you can see it." Said Fanky. "What?! What picture?" Arosh inquired. "The primary picture that came out was that you both turned your backs, going into Harry's room." Said Arosh.

What the fuck happened to that? “B-but –!” he spluttered, “We match!” “No, you don't. You two looked like you're going to a fucking funeral with all that black like it was some inside joke and it's not even funny!” Harry complained, tossing a dark blue hoodie his way, “Wear this instead and look like Jack Frost!” He grunted, “Why do I have to look like Jack Frost?” “Well, duh!” Harry stuck his tongue out, “Because he’s hot!”