Harry Potter Diggory Novels & Stories

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

At the close of school, I stroll into detention and take my seat by the window. Just as I’m about to start doodling in my notebook to pass the time, a ball of paper hits my now-frizzy hair. “Oi, Granger! Didn’t expect you here. Where’s your usual sidekick, Malfoy?” Jeff says, causing everyone in detention to turn to me. “Oh, Jeff, don’t you know? I heard he ran from our dear Odette before her hair could strangle him,” someone else adds.

Diggy nodded. Shorty looked at the screen, he couldn't see what Diggy was driving at. "Just skim through the pictures." "Or why don't you just tell us!" Shorty lamented. "Wait.." Deathrow collected the mouse from Diggy and clicked the assembled pictures one by one. "This is Snipes...Pence...Nighter... Arrow... Where is Durin? Durin's pictures aren't here. Is he alive?"

answered Harry to the girl. "Daddy, you have an appointment for doctor Chris to examine you today." Said the dark brown hair figure with the golden shirt, still from the outside of the door. "Oh, yes. Daddy forgot..." Mr. Harry then stood up, "I forgot, I have an examination for control today!" explained Harry to his guest. ### They are walking outside the campus. "It is so weird..what we've done...looking for girls to marry inside the campus. So weird." Said Remus.

All clean and dry, Tony stepped out of the steamy bathroom in a pair of maroon and gold Gryffindor boxers. He was a Harry Potter fan too, ok? Piss off. As he walked out to the living room, his attention was drawn to his phone as it pinged and vibrated on the table. When he picked it up and swiped it open, he was shocked to see that it was almost nine thirty. Had he really taken over an hour in the shower? Well, it had been worth it. His neck felt infinitely more relaxed after he let the hot water pound away at it. There were three missed texts from Dillon that he quickly tapped open.

The group of men filter behind the grizzly bear in front of us. Gee-gee lets out an over exaggerated laugh. “Oh, I’M SORRY, I must be misunderstanding you. Did you just call your FUTURE QUEEN a mud-blood?” Before he can respond she continues. “What is this? Fucking Harry Potter?” The man sniffs his nose before spitting on the ground in front of me. “She’s no future Queen of mine.” The men behind him yell out their agreement. I take a step closer to the man and give him a sinister smile. “What is your name, sir?” I bat my eyes at him.

“Your vampire friend Samuel and the red-haired woman from the sheep paddocks… Ember.” “Samuel isn’t a vampire. He’s a dragon,” Meguitte told him over her shoulder as she made her way to the door. She stopped in the doorway, and turned, meeting Harry’s eyes as Harry paused in licking, lifting their head. Harry was certain that they had both shared the same thought. “Harry?” Sigrid asked. Meeting Sigrid’s eyes, he saw that she was also making the connection.

She pointed at the picture on the top of the shelf where Jaika was smiling as Hermione Granger of the Harry Potter series. "Can you teach me how to do the makeup?" "Sure, I'm willing to help." "What are the other things you do in life?" Dave suddenly asked, taking the opportunity of what Arya had started. "Wait a minute, what is this? Getting to know each other? I thought these Detectives were experts. Why do they seem to be just playing games with us?" Edward the Grumpy interjected in the conversation again. "It might help us in the case. Please just answer it," Chris calmly explained.

ELIJAH I settle onto the bench beside the tree, stealing a glance at the book nestled in his lap. Harry Potter. Perfect. "Who's your favorite character?" I ask, trying to sound casual. He glances up, his dark eyes meeting mine for a fleeting moment before diving back into the book. Well, that's not surprising. He doesn't know me, after all. I’m just another stranger. "I like Dumbledore," I blurt out, hoping to spark a conversation. Not my most smooth move. I am going to fail today.

I looked down at him, and saw the admiration shining in his eyes behind this glasses, and my heart squeezed. When I looked back at Jeremiah, I found myself smiling. "Yes. This is Chuck." Jeremiah's face suddenly became warmer, he crouched slightly to Chuck's level. "Nice to meet you, Chuck." He said, stretching his hand for a shake. "That's a great shirt. You a Gryffindor or Ravenclaw kind of guy?" Chuck's entire face lit up like fireworks. "Ravenclaw! But I really like Luna Lovegood, and everyone says Hermione should've been in Ravenclaw too because-"