Harry Potter Chats Novels & Stories

I’m here for one reason, and fooling around isn’t it. No, I need to gather information to take back to Lucas so that he realizes that I’m not working with Logan and the people who sell wolf souls. My life is on the line here, and I won’t mess it up by fooling around. Several of the chats are geared toward people selling and buying items made by witches, like charms, potions, and curses. I steer away from those chats but make a mental note to come back later since Logan was dealing in potions. Another chat is solely being used to pimp out faeries and is filled with pictures of half-naked pixies and delicate wing pictures. I quickly exit out of that chat and move to the next one.

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.

And then something strange happened; the discussion had not lasted for even 30 minutes when Morgan stood up abruptly, making his chair screech on the floor and make a deafening sound. “The meeting is adjourned. I will communicate the next meeting date with you,” Morgan said, pulling me out of my seat and making his way out of the private room, making everyone look at us with confusion on their faces. ‘What the hell is going on,’ I wondered. Morgan's POV I could feel my body becoming abnormally hot and blood rushing wildly in my body as I made my way through the hallways and headed to the parking lot. There was only one reason for this: I had been drugged with an aphrodisiac, and the effects

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?"

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.

Harry said "Thank you, thank you, the pleasure is mine"Tega said bowing playfully to everyone as they laughed... After Harry talked, Miss Amber came inside the class without Tega knowing as he continued to talk making every one of them sit right and kept quiet except Tega of course... "Who have the watched the new movie that Kelvin Hart released yesterday", NIGHT SCHOOL", it's was so interesting, I thought......" he paused a little, "why are guys not saying anything"Tega turned and checked what happened and saw her staring intensely at him...

“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?”

"Mind if I sit down?" "No, not at all." Travis walked around and sit on the bench opposite me. He took up the book that I rested on the table earlier and read the title out loud. "'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'." He looked up at me. "So, you like Harry Potter?" "Who doesn't?" I say with mock horror, crossing my arms in the process. He held up his palm in defence. "You're not getting any argument from me here." "Good," I said in the same playful, defensive tone.

Birds were squawking and chittering, insects were buzzing and chirping. The feint sound of keys tapping could be heard. Sitting under a lone large umbrella, sprawled out on large blanket was a man with short brown hair wearing what seems to be a perfectly white robe. In front of him is a small laptop that he is busily typing away on. On the screen is a message window with scrolling text. On closer inspection it is a chat room. At the top of the screen in the center, the name of the room is displayed. "Cupid's Love Connection"