Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Dialogues

Oh my God. "I think it's okay. Harry Potter-ish." I hear her say, but I ignore her. On my forehead lay a scar, a prominent one, so ugly. "It's okay, better than The Dark Mark" She says, and I snap. "Enough with the Harry Potter bullshit!" "You don't like Harry Potter?" Her eyebrows rises. Reluctantly turning away from the mirror, I say "I don't know who the fuck Harry Potter is. Who the hell are you, and what do you want?"

Before I could even exclaim, Harry spoke quickly. "El, Why are you crying?!" Harry asked, forgetting is manhood was fully visible. "That!" My mouth swung open, seeing his glory. He looked down at what I was pointing then got the message. "You're crying because of my penis?" Harry asked confusingly. I shut my eyes. I didn't want the temptation to take over me. "Before we have this conversation, can you please kindly pull up your pants? And I wouldn't cry because of your penis." I said, with my eyes still shut.

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

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.

Harry replied with a broad grin. "Of course, it is." "Don't be so sensitive, you'll age faster." "Better aging into a stylish man than not aging gracefully at all, unlike someone." "Hey, that's a personal attack! What about me, huh? What about me?" We bantered like children, quarreling and making up, only to quarrel again. As we were finishing breakfast, I remembered I hadn't yet asked him about something that had been on my mind – the incident with Yolanda and the magic he accepted from her.

Probably, by our enemies. "Where's that oldie?" Matthew asked with his mouth stuffed with bread. "Where do you think?" Harry asked. "I don't know. Sleeping or observing the trainees." Matt assumed. "Pff. Don't make me laugh. Observing the trainees? He would rather like to observe the number of hair on his hand." Alice scoffed. "You never know." Matt defended but continued eating. "Is my brother here?" I heard Merlin voice from the door and we looked at the direction.

"did you do that?!" Harry shouted at the little figure in front of him. Ava's body was stunned hearing Harry, she don't know what is going on, but so she asked in fear and confusion, taking a step back "what are you talking about Harry?", "don't you know that?! after doing all the shit?!" He shouted again, taking a step closer to her. Ava couldn't understand anything as she shook her head and said innocently "I.. I really don't know what you are talking about? I didn't do anything, Harry".

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.

I wasn't sure what I expected when I suggested a movie night. Having Hollyn sit on the floor barely two feet away from the TV wasn't how I'd envisioned the night progressing, that was for damn sure. But her astonishment when I'd turned the movie on had curbed any desire I had to quash the joy lighting up her face. What the fuck are we going to do? I asked my brothers as Harry visited Diagon Alley for the first time on the screen. We need some straight fucking answers, Thane said. His mental voice was tight and hard. We can't keep her locked up in here, no matter how much each of us seems to want that.

I snorted "So you want us to suddenly act like we're best of friends that can stay in the same room without fighting?" "No, I want us to act like adult" He corrected "Let's just talk in private where there are no distractions or anything anywhere, just the two of us" He unconsciously bit his pink tongue in a sexy manner, staring at me for some seconds before he continued "And maybe.....I can tell you the things on my mind" I blinked, replaying his last sentence in my head: 'I can tell you the things on my mind' Harry wants to talk about the things on his mind?