Harry Potter Character Hufflepuff Novels & Stories

After parting the curtain a little in an unnoticeable manner, Harry peeped to see if he could recognise anyone. At first, all he could see were three teenage boys in a hoodie. Later when he began to pick words from the conversation, he realised there was only a masculine in the trio; the others appeared to be feminine. This was vindicated when one pulled her hoodie off her head, and shaked her hair. It was a short bub, and Harry couldn't remember where he'd seen this person, but he was sure the face was familiar — he just couldn't place it right.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Harry should be an extraordinary person given he was Bo’s nephew. “So, you’re Harry. My name’s Skylar Cooper, and it is a pleasure to meet you.” “Harry, we’ll be relying on you for protection in Southrive from now on.” The group instantly started kissing Harry’s toes, especially the women. Hearing the numerous greetings, Harry smiled and said, “Don’t mention it. You’re all friends of Stella and Kevan so you’re my friends too. Just let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you, Harry!”

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.

The man in hiding, whom I believed was Harry, snorted, "Don't be a spoilsport, Jules. That's one of the reasons I hated going on a mission with you. You don't know how to have fun." "But I do know how to bring back captives," Jules, who was the lanky one, let out, then rolled his eyes. Harry emerged from his hiding place, and I froze as our eyes jammed. "I know you," Harry narrowed his eyes at him. Oh, my fucking goddess. I am fucking toast, I whispered under my breath. Harry indeed knows me. He was an omega in the Golden Fleece pack house. One of the omega had recently fled the pack house because they believed they were being treated unfairly.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

Harry Evermore was the forensics department's techno-geek. He was a wizard with anything related to computers and machines. He was tall, skinny with shoulder-length black hair and glasses. Likewise, he didn't need the glasses, though. He had a perfect vision, but they made him look nerdy. He was also a werewolf, an omega to be precise. “Harry, can you hook up the dashcam to my laptop?” asked Clara, the object of his affection. “We'll be able to see things a lot better on my screen.”

It’s dangerous yet I find myself wanting those captivating eyes to never look away. It frightens me to my core and I panic. “My real name is Harry and I come from a hidden world known as Hogwarts. My grandmother is Gandalf.” I sound stupid, I’m so stupid. The fumbling words leave my mouth before I can control them. I expect confusion from him, or maybe he’d look at me like I am some weirdo, but…he laughs. He laughs out freely. The laughter stems deep from within him, rich with real cheerfulness. As always, I’m entranced by it. The wind picks up the sound fast, playing it in the air.

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

she said with a mischievous smile on her face. It didn't take long for me to understand what she meant, and an image of a British actor portraying a fictional character popped into my head. "Oh, you mean, Harry Potter, and yeah, it was Hagrid who was the keeper of the keys," I exclaimed. "Bingo!" "Wait, are you saying that there is someone here named Hagrid?" I asked in disbelief. "Of course not! But there is someone here named Lucy, and she kept all the keys in each room," she said, still oblivious to my excited heart.