Harry Potter Chats Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have any girl in this class with silver hair.” “Huh?” The word slipped out before I could stop it. I glanced back at John, then leaned forward. “My son—Harry, he’s in this class and he swears there’s a little girl with silver hair. He said she sits by the window and he even tried talking to her, but she wouldn’t respond.”

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

I open the app and, in the preview, I see that I have a message that said: "Hello, little girl" I don't even need to see his name or profile picture to know it's him. I let out a heavy sigh and open the conversation. Me: Hello Harry: Have you done that yet? Did I already? I don't even know how to start, and he wants it done. Harry: Well? Harry: When will you do it? Me: I don't know. Harry: That hurts. Harry: I was getting ready to see it. Getting ready? No, I don't want to imagine that.

wrote back Cynthia . "I don't think there is someone with this name in our school at present .Why don't you read it and found out ." wrote back Damon . "No not all .It's her personal diary ." wrote Cynthia . "I suspect you aren't a slytherin right ." wrote Damon with a green snake emoji . Natasha ent an wide eyes emoji . "What " Damon wrote with a laughing emoji . " I never thought you could be a potterhead ." wrote Cynthia . "Forgot? Hogwarts has slytherins too ." wrote Damon .

“Let us begin. Just take it easy Uncles.” There were a couple of yelps of surprise but the process had started and within minutes there were three teams. Mike Watson found himself inside the yard with Brian. Brian grinned at him and patted his shoulder. “Is everyone all right?” Luke asked the pale boys. “What was that?” one of the boys asked carefully. “Have you seen the Harry Potter movies?” Luke replied quickly. “Yeah?” “The sorting hat? That’s what just happened.” Luke said and grinned. The boys were confused but then Brian and James started bringing out the whippers and leaf blowers and the chainsaws.

“What? “Uhm, Madam Puddifoot? From Harry Potter? In Hogsmeade Village?” “You like Harry Potter?” Jackson replies with a chuckle. “I saw the movies when I was a child, but I have not thought of them much since, I suppose.” Monica’s smile is bright as she admits, “I love them. I watch all eight movies at least once a year and lost count of how many times I have also read the books years ago. But the first time I read them was with my mom, and we both fell in love with the stories.” “Who’s your favorite? Harry?”

Storm asked boredly. "Trash." They all said and I agreed. "That shit is so overrated bro." Tyler said and I nodded in agreement. "Gas or trash Harry Potter?" Tyler asked in distaste. "Gas." Cole and I said while everyone else said trash. "Bro Harry Potter?" Tyler asked Cole. "Harry Potter is elite. Liv changed my mind, honestly." He said and I smiled at him. "When?" Griff asked in confusion. "That shit's just as overrated as Wednesday." Griff said tiredly.

*** From that day on, I taught them words, grammar, math—stuff they could actually use once they left the room. And every time class started, Dora—the young woman who'd been listening outside the door—showed up right on cue. Later, I let her sit in too. She became the oldest "student" in the class. She barely spoke, just watched everything like it mattered. She liked asking questions—mostly about the outside world. The city. Cars. Ships. Planes. Every time I talked about it, something soft and aching showed up in her eyes. Watching her hit me harder than I expected.

Harry's POV: i wake up and after taking a shower , i go to starbucks for my daily dose of caffeine. i got my order punched and was waiting for it when two girls come near me with a shy smile. " hey girls, do you need anything?" i ask them "hi harry, can i get a pic with you?" "yeah sure love,come here" we click a few pictures and then girl with long hair asks sheepishly ,"can i ask u a question?"