Harry Potter Dialogues Novels & Stories

If he didn't leave, he would go up the elevator again. After thinking for a while, Harry asked, "Tell me, how did we talk about love?" Boyce almost lost his footing. "What the hell is going on here?" The topic changed so fast that he couldn't keep up with it. How to talk about love?! "This style doesn't belong to me."

"I try to be patient, I really do. But I’ve been waiting all week to see Harry and now he’s just standing there and not saying anything. He looks completely miserable. If he’s so unhappy why doesn’t he do something about it? He looks like he has something that he wants to say so why isn’t he talking? He’s never been one to hold his words back before, and I just made a total fool of myself pouring my heart out to him. Is it really so hard for him to just talk to me? I lose my patience. “Stop holding back and just ask me your question. Whatever it is you want from me, whatever you want to know, just ASK!” My words are demanding but my tone makes it sound more like I’m begging. I can’t quite br

Lily “Where exactly are you going?” Harry asked me for a million times as I dragged my big box out of my room. I haven’t said a word to him neither did I attempt to. I wheeled it to the front door before going to the kitchen. “I’ve been talking to you answer me. I'm not a ghost.” He said as he followed me to the kitchen. I fetched myself a glass of water, gulped down, and steadied my racing heart before finally fixing my eyes on him.

He states in a matter-of-fact tone. "Less than an hour ago, weren't you the one telling me that the reason I was fraternizing around was because I had a lover?" I ask in a mock tone, and I see Harry's jaw tick. "Make a decision, Harry," I say as I cock my head to one side. "Oh wait, you can't. You're a terrible decision-maker." I say in a sickly sweet tone. "Shut up, mouth, whore!" He snaps at me.

I had grown all too used to that look. “Ah, Logan. Ella. What an interesting spot for a discussion,” Harry said, his voice oozing with fake politeness as his eyes scanned the spot we had chosen to hide. I could see Logan’s face fall ever so slightly, like a twitch that he was trying to hide. He turned toward his brother, a plastic grin stretching across his lips. “Hello, Harry. Need something?” “Actually,” Harry said, “I’d like to talk to you, Logan. Privately. Do you have a moment?”

"Please?" "Wrong." I turned my head away again. "Abracadabra?" I shook my head. "Ugh! Clue?" "Harry Potter." "Avada Kedavra?" I scowled at him. "Kill me, why don't you?" He pressed his fingers to his forehead. "That's the only one I know." "VulneraSanentur." I finally answered. "Because you wound me." Colton sent a flat look. "Get out."

A misunderstanding could happen and that was the last thing I had ever wanted. "Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

Talen held open the door and they filtered past him with Harry at the rear. “Send a spy to the target location and try to determine the number of enemy and what their weaponry is,” Harry recommended. “I will go. I am, after all, an expert at lurking.” Their smile was wry. “Hey,” their tone became one of surprise. “That’s the priestess.” Within the rear of the warehouse, Leighton, Meguitte, Connery, and a group of witches were all involved in a very intense conversation examining the contents of a saucepan. They looked up in unison at Harry’s exclamation.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:12 AM Erik commented and continued to watch, as an eerie and raspy voice ordered Quirrel to 'use the boy'. Quirrell then ordered the boy to look at the mirror. Mr. Potter then stood in front of the mirror and Erik paused again. He quickly positioned himself behind the boy and 'unpaused' the memory. He watched as the boy's reflection took a red ruby-like stone from its pants' pocket, showed it to him, gave him a wink and put the stone back in the pocket. Mr. Potter then, as sneaky as an elephant in a china store could be, checked his pocket and noticed the bulge in it. But the stupid professor didn't seem to notice.

After the speech, we clicked glasses and drank wine. “Are you happy?” Harry asked me after a while and I nodded. But then again, I shook my head negatively and he raised a brow, “What? Why?” He asked and I replied with all seriousness. “I can't wait to get home and take his clothes off”