Harry Pop Tart Novels & Stories

“Are you okay now? You lost consciousness again earlier. I cold a doctor and said that you haven’t eaten anything yet.” Harry took something from the side table and saw it was a tray of food and fruits. There were slices of bread that looked fluffy and yogurt, which made me salivate. I restrained myself from jumping on him and grabbed the food from his grip. Remember, Natasha. You are inside his house and have to look decent enough since he saved you and your family. The syrupy and delicious smell filled my nostrils when Harry placed the tray above my lap. I couldn’t hold myself anymore. I grabbed the bread and munched on it as if I hadn’t eaten anything for years. I was really starving. I

Ding, ding, ding, we pull away to see Silvia standing on the stage. “Can the birthday girl please come to the stage.” Silvia says and I feel Octavia stiffen in my hold, she knows what’s coming. We walk up to the stage and our dads come through the side door attached to the stage, holing her cake; a Harry Potter themed three tier cake, the bottom layer is Green (Slytherin), dark chocolate devils’ cake, the middle layer is Blue (Ravenclaw), milk chocolate mud cake and the top layer is the Marauders map, with a silver wolf howling on the top, it’s a white chocolate and raspberry centre sponge cake. There is black frosted roses and other HP symbols positioned around it.

"Ella... I mean, Ms. Harris." She looked a tad sheepish, scratching her head. "I whipped up these Mini Fruit Tarts: no nuts, promise. Give 'em a try?" I grinned, lifted the lid, and was greeted by a wave of creamy goodness. I bit into one, the crust crunched, the filling melted in my mouth. "Mmm, it's scrumptious. Thanks, Darcy." Her face lit up, those adorable little canines peeking out. "Glad you like it!"

Hana exclaimed, "Eh, you didn't bring martabak like that? Martabak sultan near the gas station is delicious, subscribe from the start!” "Just give me a message!" Harry quickly took his duffel bag which was next to the door, close to the cupboard. Harry quickly grabbed his cell phone and sat down on the sofa earlier. "What kind of martabak do you want?" “The martabak with the most toppings, the thickest, the most cheese, wants chocolate topping too!” "Eh, this child is offered, immediately forget the plains!" “The plains of the times, the plains. What game do you think we're playing?"

“I was hoping you would take some of these tarts off my hands.” “Who’s at the door, Mimi?” Riley said from somewhere inside the apartment. “It’s Dianna, love,” Rosie replied as she eyed the yellow boxes. “Tarts?” Dianna tried really hard not to roll her eyes. “Yes. We had a large delivery of tarts at work today, and there were far too many. I bought some home, hoping you and your family might enjoy them. They’re delicious.” “What’s a tart?” Riley asked. “Like a pie,” Dianna replied. “But without the pastry on top.” She crouched down and flipped open the lid of the top box. “See. These ones are cherry and chocolate and there’s even a marshmallow, caramel, and chocolate one.”

Roman says, looking at Gray. "Here you go, sugar cube," Gray says, offering Adrian a Pop-Tart. But I want one too. I see Gray taking another one from the pack, and I feel my heart breaking. I see Roman in the corner of my eye looking at me, but I can't take my eyes off of them.

Harry gave a friendly smile and responded, "Actually, all I need is for someone to love me." When Terry heard this sentence, he experienced a brief moment of embarrassment. He was startled to feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead and noticed that Harry's room was relatively warm. Terry whispered in a low voice as he recalled the box of porridge that had only moments earlier been set on the table "I brought over some porridge that Kyle made all by himself and brought it here. Because he believes that you have not eaten yet, he has prepared this box of oatmeal for you. Consume while it is still warm, thank you!" After hearing that, Harry gave a satisfied nod and a "yeah" before reaching

What was this? He looked in amazement at the white tart Hazel placed on the table with fresh fruit garnish as he had just finished serving Fettuccine Alfredo. His eyes blinked, staring alternately at the tart and their high-calorie dinner menu, before looking back at Hazel, who was now sitting opposite him with both hands supporting her chin, staring at him with a super cute face. “Er, Hazel? Can I ask you something?” “Yes?” Raymond pointed at the tart. “What is this?”

"Well, I—we still have to check compatibility. And a lot more before we date." "Chancé, you're in high school. People date for fun in high school. Things get serious after college." I sigh and lean back. "Time waits for no one. We're here." We walk into a large supermarket. We each grab a basket and start shopping for junks for the week. Then after, we go to a popular pastry shop to check out their new menu. Jelly tarts. They said it was inspired by The Dragon Prince cartoon. "It's not bad," Cortney says after each bite, until she finishes the four pieces on her plate. "I'll give it an 8."

"Ooo, Such hard choices, I guess, wait I should ask. What kind of cereal?" "Shredded Wheat, Plain." "Ooo, I'll take not that. Pop-Tart please." They laugh together, the sound truly joyful to both of them and most importantly real. They slowly walk out to the kitchen and pull the Pop-Tarts from the cupboard. They plop down at the tiny table and munch on a package each. Then Tommy looks at her then at the last package then at her and back. She grabs for it but Tommy is faster and gets it first.