Harry Potter Edited Novels & Stories

Jessica was incredibly selfish. Over the years, Harry had devoted himself entirely to her, treating her like his own flesh and blood, cherishing and indulging her. Yet, she felt nothing for him. Any obstacle in her path, any stone that stood in her way, she wanted to kick it aside with all her might. "Harry was initially a vegetable, completely unresponsive. But Edith had Wendy perform needle therapy on him, and now he's awake. We need to find a way to stop your secret from being exposed!" Lilian said.

Eric too couldn't deny the fact that something had changed, or rather, his perspective had changed. He had seen Harry as a spoiled brat, a nepo baby born with a golden spoon, who had absolutely nothing to worry about, and thus, was stupid, but that was fast changing. Maybe it was the fact that Harry was a whole different person whenever he was with Leo, or that he found out that being a nepo baby came with its challenges, but something definitely changed, and because of that thing that changed, he saw Harry in a different light.

Like he couldn't hear the ice in my voice. "No, I owe you this apology," he insisted. "Audrey, I finally realized I was wrong. Back then, when I met Grace… it was like I was under some kind of spell. I was completely taken in. Even her temper tantrums seemed cute. I let her hurt you." He shook his head, bewildered by his own behavior. "I used to hate women like her—spoiled, entitled. But with her… I lost my mind." I watched him in silence, not sure what to make of his sudden confessional.

"All right. On one condition only." He turned around from the big TV screen and raised his eyebrows at me. "I get to choose the movie." And that was the exact reason why we ended up watching the last part of Harry Potter. Which Zack seemed to hate. "I don't like this movie, Lily." He nudged my shoulder from beside me. "Can we change it." "Shut up, Zack." I glared at him. I heard him groan out loud before he leaned back against the couch, looking at the screen with a disgusted frown.

“I get why you did what you did, Jenna. You wanted to make Lilly smile. But in doing so, you went against everything natural in this world. Did you even think of the consequences of your actions before you performed them?” “Does it matter?” Luther sighs. “Nothing is going to come back on anyone but me, Luther. I made sure of it. Harry won’t be altered by the experience, though I think it would be wise to have his memory wiped. It would save him a lifetime of mental torment.” His eyes dart from side to side as he looks at me. “Will you do something for me?” Luther raises his eyebrow sarcastically. “You think you have the right to ask me for a favour?”

Harry: I have invited them to attend my birthday party Mom. Gaymo: Your just 3 and you speak like an adult already. Harry: Yes Mom… because you taught me how to become like me. At the 4th birthday of Harry: Gaymo: To all our visitors, thank you for gracing the event which I personally organized for my unico hijo. He is all I have, and you have no idea how much “he” changed me. I used to be bad… very bad… wicked… I caused some people to suffer just to get what I want. But when I met Galleon here (I love you Honey), he taught me how to spend my life without any bit of hate in my heart. Much more when little Harry came to our lives. He gives us much more reasons to live and to love our lives. H

Alec was the only one keeping me sane because he was just being normal from everybody else. "So what are we watching?" my captain asked as she plopped down on Quinn's bed. "Got these new 4k Bluray copies of Harry Potter series," Quinn said, showing the stack of movie cases in her hands as she stood by the edge of her bed. I glanced at Bailey at the other side of the room. She was sitting on the couch, just watching us silently. "Bailey, do you want to see the whole series tonight?" I tried to pull her into our conversation.

Sometimes, when he didn't post at all for the whole day, they would start wondering if he had been abducted. As always, Harry only edited himself in photos. After learning a bit more about it from one of his classmates, Harry had changed. He was now an expert in editing, and the photos he posted were now so naturally edited that they did not seem doctored at all. He had even learned to adjust the colors so that they were more vivid. In any case, the photos he now posted were at a completely different level of quality than those in the past. @GisellesAdoringLittleBrother: "Spending National Day with Giselle!"

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

DK, Harry’s other self. “Remember our encounter here?” He said and smiled I didn’t respond. I took a deep breath. “Why are you doing this?” His face shifted to confusion “Doing what?” “Harry,” I said quietly. At that, the light in his eyes dimmed, like someone had switched off a part of him. “This is wrong, and you know it,” I said. “This is Harry’s life. You’re trying to—”