Harry Porter Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have any girl in this class with silver hair.” “Huh?” The word slipped out before I could stop it. I glanced back at John, then leaned forward. “My son—Harry, he’s in this class and he swears there’s a little girl with silver hair. He said she sits by the window and he even tried talking to her, but she wouldn’t respond.”

ELIJAH I settle onto the bench beside the tree, stealing a glance at the book nestled in his lap. Harry Potter. Perfect. "Who's your favorite character?" I ask, trying to sound casual. He glances up, his dark eyes meeting mine for a fleeting moment before diving back into the book. Well, that's not surprising. He doesn't know me, after all. I’m just another stranger. "I like Dumbledore," I blurt out, hoping to spark a conversation. Not my most smooth move. I am going to fail today.

But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real. "Wait, so there are actually people with magical powers?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around this new information. "Yes, and it's not just limited to humans. There are also fantastic creatures like dragons, unicorns, and even talking paintings," She replied, her eyes sparkling with wonder. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like a world full of endless possibilities and adventure. "And the best part is, Harry Potter, the famous wizard, goes to Hogwarts too. He's the chosen one, destined to defeat the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort," Renee continued, her voice filled with excitement.

Thanks to all of them, everyone lives happily ever after. Ohh! I almost forgot to tell you that the PA found his mate after all. He was the second chance mate of the Head warrior's widow. Peter's father was dating a human from the nearby town, where he took the bread the pack made to sell. Dark and Agnes had a child. He was half a witch and half a vampire. He could feed on both blood and normal food. Since he was six months old, he has shown that he has magic, making his toys float, but that is a totally different story.

my mother says without looking at me before opening the door for me. I swallow my fear down and walk inside, repeating her words: you can do it, you can do it. Damon and Aiden are seated at the table and I can feel their eyes on me as soon as I enter, but I don’t pay attention to them yet. My eyes land on the man who stands up with a smile to greet me. Harry. Forty-five years old. A tall and athletic body, warm amber eyes, neatly styled light hair and a face that belongs in an action or superhero movie. Harry is still as handsome as the last time I saw him, but that’s no surprise.

"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and the Deathly Hallows * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy I unlocked the door and hold it open so the girls could get in. After having lunch and getting desserts with the girls, I felt bad for leaving Nat alone at home so we had cut our Christmas shopping short and gone home afterward.

Uncle said to Harry. "Sure dad. I'll take care of her. Tomorrow morning I'll tour her around the house." Harry said happily. I kept smiling. Waaaah it looks like I'm going to have an Oppa stepbrother! I picked up my bag on the sofa when suddenly another handsome man appeared. His straight hair is maroon brown, his long and beautiful eyelashes collide with his bangs, his twinkling eyes, his pointed nose, and his bloody lips looking so perfect! He was wearing a black uniform with the crown brand and initials C.U. .... Crown University.

You have got to like host parties every other weekend and during the weekends especially on days like today which is kind of limited in school dormitories, having an apartment also means having a personal mailbox where random ladies do drop off several gifts, junks, gadgets and some even leave their phone number attached to sexy nude pictures themselves. Harry, who happens to be the captain of the team, is always the first to check the mailbox since he, unfortunately, doesn't have a string around his dick. Yeap that's right, Harry is a hopeless playboy and his favorite bragging line whenever he wants to spite or tease me for being faithful to my girlfriend from "I belong to everyone and belo

Dwyne has a part in this ticket too. “That Harry Potter Book Collections, and that heart-shaped necklace, miss” Dwyne said to the counter lady. I was surprised when he picked what I want—the Harry Potter Book Collections. I can't help but looked at him with confusion. The woman gave what Dwyne said. “Thank you for coming, sir, ma'am” the girl said. Dwyne nod and smiled, but being a bitch me, I just rolled my eyes at her. “Oh, this is for you” Harvey said and handed me the necklace and the Harry Potter Book Collection.

Suddenly her brother's body turned green and went up in flames. "No," she cried in a voice mixed with sadness and relief."What's happening?" "Who is she" Vador asked staring at the little damsel.She was beautiful,he thought,her eyes were green and her hair red . She was dressed in a short red gown that made her look like a real damsel. "She must be the daughter of Francis,the council's secretary," Aleister replied. "And who are you," Ava spat. "Let's just say your worst nightmare. I'm the dark lord"