Harry Potter Age In First Book Novels & Stories

Way to throw me under the bus in an instant. The boy looked up, giving me a clear view of his face. Flawless skin, way to flawless for his own good with pale skin. His hairs were jet black and a pair of round glasses sat over his nose. If I didn't know better, I would say Harry Potter had come to life. All in all, he was an absolute nerd. He stared at Alex's outstretched hand in terror before turning his gaze to me and locked there. 'Her... her eyes... they a-are-'

On the night of July 10 to 11, specifically at 11:30 am, my rite of passage began. Every young sorceress and wizard who turned 18 had to go through it. This ritual made you an official member of the magic community, and your power was fully released, giving you much more opportunities than before. The mother prepared a magic potion for her child that was to help with waking up the power completely, then the child had to lie down in a circle drawn or made of herbs and chant the spell with a mother until the power was released in the form of the white light surrounding the child.

"He looks like a snake, ready to bite on your back. Do you know who he reminds me off?" "Who?" "Nagini from Harry Potter. If his nose wasn't that straight, he'd might as well fit voldemort better." "You like Harry Potter?" "Yes! I LOVE Harry Potter." I almost jumped in my spot, drawing out a chuckle from him. "Which of the series is your favorite?" "The first one! I love their innocent, carefree queries in that." I felt him moving, then his breath hit the back of my ear as he whispered. "Just like you." My eyes closed in sheer anguish. Only if he knew how innocent I really was.

My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace. Reaching the seventh floor corridor, I paused outside the Room of Requirement, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Then, with a trembling hand, I knocked three times. The door swung open and there he stood - Harry Potter himself, glasses glinting in the candlelight. His black hair was messier than usual, like he'd run his fingers through it a hundred times. The white shirt hugged his lean chest and his dark jeans clung to his hips. He was gorgeous.

That moment, I totally forgot the little girl whom I was with for hours in that empty amusement park. "Hey bro! Guess what? I have a huge crush on this girl that I saw last time." Harry, my best friend suddenly stated. I was just ten years old at that time. "Here, check her picture. She's beautiful right?" Looking at the small picture that he got from his pocket, my eyebrows raised. A sudden sense of familiarity filled me. Before I could even process everything, a soft innocent voice from the back dragged my interest back to reality. "Harry?" "Bella!" He excitedly exclaimed.

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