Harry Potter 1 Novelas e Histórias

Tony inquired. "Can we fuck with some 'Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone'?" "Sounds like a plan!" He started to scan through the movies on the 'Fantasy' shelf. "Did you know that the original name for the first book was 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone?' They changed it to the americanized 'Sorcerer's Stone' because it sounded more "magical" to us uncultured Americans. JK Rowling was pissed," Dillon said emphatically. The dude had so many random facts that bounced around in his head. There was always something new to learn with him.

I'm reading Harry Potter on the couch, at Ana's insistence. Despite my first impressions of the book, mainly that it seemed geared toward children and not me, Harry Potter is turning out to be a very interesting read. I can't really relate to the main character missing his parents, but I can relate to his dislike for his living family members and his joy at leaving them behind and making new, unexpected friends. Sensing that it must be late, I check the time and see that it's 11:30, much later than Ana is usually out in the living room. I glance over at the table to see her head nodding at the same tempo as the foot-tapping. She is still intent on the Glock. I wonder if she realizes how late

Hunter crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at me annoyed. I ignored him and turned the cover. Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets. "Well, this is a secret, alright. I didn't know you're a Harry Potter fan." Hunter took a few steps and took the book from me. "You know nothing about me." He opened the book, flipped through the pages until he found the page he was reading. "I know you for a year now. I think I know one or two things about you. One of it is that you don't read, especially a book." I picked up the bottle of beer from the ground and took a sip.

H U N T E R J O N E S I was reading the second Harry Potter book while leaning against the wall in the alley with Ty on my side. I knew Mey had asked me to read the Goblet of Fire to figure out the three unforgivable curses, but after picking the book randomly, I felt that I owed it to the author to read it from the first book. So I had picked up Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone from the library yesterday, finished the book in seven hours, and had it returned this morning. When I had returned the first one, I immediately borrowed the second one: Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets which was the book I was reading right now.

I question him again trying to break the ice, he seems to smirk a little looking over at me. "Well it started back in school I don't know how old I would've been, I was sat in class leaning back in my chair and for some reason behind me, you know back in the day you had those pens you had to dip in ink?" He asks me looking over with a smile, I nod saying quills he nods continuing "well I leant back in my chair when the chair moved and I fell, on the way down I tried to grab hold of something to stop me falling, but I end up grabbing the sheet of paper the tubs were of ink was on" he laughs which causes a little laugh to come out of my lips as I finish with his cut on his face.

Anything" Abel was trying to slide down from his mom's embrace, Eva saw this and put him down, I kneen down so I can have the same height as little Abel. "Anything you want" "Will you read for me then?" Abel asked while looking at me with that puppy eyes, how can I say no? "Of course, I will, but what you want me to read?" I asked while patting his head. "HARRY POTTER" Oh, look like we have another Potterhead in the family.

Erik, then, continued. "So, Mr. Potter, can you, please, tell us in your words what happened that took your friends and you into that little adventure?" Erik then waited patiently for the boy to start his tale. Mr. Potter managed to calm down, then took a deep breath and asked. "From the beginning?" "From the beginning." Erik replied to the boy, who took another deep breath and started to talk. "It all started a week before my eleventh birthday…" ((insert here the narrative of the book 'Larry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' from chapter 3, until after his talk with Dumbledore in the infirmary))

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

The hug was short and brief but it gave Akira the strength she needed to push just a little bit further. They walked around till Orion paused at the fantasy section of the library, the children's section to be precise. “Eureka!” He exclaimed. Akira chuckled at his childlike expression, “what are we doing here?” “Does this look familiar?” He asked. She looked closely at the book and smiled, “Harry Potter?” She asked in surprise. “Yes my darling, I believe that there's a creature in this book that might have a hand in Mirabel's petrification.” Akira scoffed, “I doubt the basilisk would want to have anything to do with her.”

But still, it was nice to have someone to talk to instead of always being by myself. After the class (which lasted five minutes longer because Mr Kramer felt the need to talk about unserious students who were definitely going to fail his class), I was just packing up when my copy of Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban fell out of my bag. I carried it wherever I went, mostly so I had something to read when I was bored. But as soon as Solimar saw it, she squeaked in joy. "You’re a Potterhead?" she asked, picking up the book.