Harry Potter Chats Novels & Stories

She asks. I take a long sip from my shake, “Actions. Harry is not all talk. That guy is just genuinely nice.” She pauses and I stare into her beautiful blue eyes, “Do you think he has his reasons why he does not really share things about himself to people?” She asks me. I nod, “We all have skeletons in our closet. Harry has things to hide about himself too so we don’t force it out of him because his reasons might be too personal.” Merry smiles at me before we continued talking about something else. I excused myself and went to the bathroom and texted Diana who has also sent me a message a few minutes ago.

Sometimes Harry is really weird, Alfred thinks, they all are in the same school and one extracurricular, of course they will see each other often, right? "Excuse me?" asked Alfred, annoyed. "Well, little ones don't need to know." joke Harry. "You said Sarah's friend, right?" "Yeah. Oh, Sarah is in the red-cross extracurricular." Harry nodded in response to Alfred's words. "Well, I haven't spoken to Sarah in a long time." Alfred snorted. "Jeez, that's because you are busy spreading your charm everywhere. Be careful, don't create victims everywhere."

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

There was not a smile on his face; he looked as if he were discussing business. “I'm currently cooking, so go up and freshen up; we will discuss everything after we finish our breakfast,” he added. He sounded strict like a school principal. Is he serious? What kind of huge losses is he talking about? My heart skipped a beat and tried to recall something, anything, but nothing happened.

It was far too exposed for anyone to change without being seen. Kim's expression darkened. Jasmine froze. The live chat turned vicious. [That fucking bitch!] [Just jump out of the coffin and divorce her right now! Sue her until she has nothing left!] [He can't, you dumbass. He needs to secure her family's business first!] [I would've dropped this story ages ago if I didn't know she's going to crash and burn!] I looked up at Kim with an innocent expression. "I don't have the strength to make it to the changing room. I can't even sit straight. I think there's a chair behind the casket. Could you ask someone to move it and bring it to me?"

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.

He laughs and drapes it back over both of us. "I didn't ask them," Killian says. "I asked you." He always sees through me. I drop my head back against the couch and think for a moment. "Harry Potter," I say. "Nobody hates Harry Potter." He doesn't argue. The opening music fills the room and I settle in. Logan and Austin murmur to each other occasionally throughout, but it's low enough not to bother me. When the credits roll, Drew makes a show of snoring loudly and dramatically.

I stood up immediately. - He wants to talk to you too. I walked hurriedly into the room to find David with a quiet smile on his lips. - What did you two talk about? - I asked when I saw Damien closing the door and standing next to me. - Man talk. - He replied and continued to smile. I smiled back, feeling silly. - You're still a boy, David Souza. - Many boys have already become kings at my age. Harry Potter faced serious drama at the age of fourteen in Goblet of Fire.

It is hard to chew it as I try my best to smile innocently at Sky who sighs and pokes my full cheeks, commenting that I look like a chipmunk. “Option one from about two hundred and fifty years ago, the Harry Potter Series.” Lia chimes in, motioning the pile of seven movie sitting on the edge of the coffee table. I laugh, watching as Lia begins to take the first movie – Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone. I movie full of magic and a revolution at the end. Seems fitting to what I am dealing with right now. “What the other option?” Sky asks, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pressing a kiss on my forehead.

I slowly nodded, not trusting my voice not to break right now. “Want to see if Chris is down for a movie marathon tonight? I’ll buy the snacks,” I could hear the smile in his voice, “It’ll be just like old times.” Chris was sitting in the row behind us, surely a middle finger to my mother. “Did I hear movie marathon and Chris?” his voice sounded from behind me. “Harry Potter?” “Hell yes!” Chris whisper-yelled, causing my mothers head to spin around like something straight out of a movie. If looks could kill; Chris would have been dead the moment her eyes met his.