Harry Potter Edited Novels & Stories

I change into my comfy pumpkin pjs and furry tanktop while harry gets changed into sweatpants he apparently got with him and I lend him his shirt, but just for tonight with a promise to return it back in the morning . Along with kisses and cuddling. We decide to have a moviethon with popcorn and cold drink. Lots of it. We also order a pizza for dinner. I pop us some popcorns while he sets the movie and get us blankets .We decide on the harry potter series since its long and interesting and also because we have discovered that we're both potterheads.

I saw Sarah’s golden light being drained by the Architects. But it wasn't a memory. It was edited. There was music—a driving, cinematic orchestral swell that made the trauma look like an adventure. There were "Cut" markers and "Color Correction" filters. It ended with a title card that burned in the air: **THE PATCHWORK: FULL RELEASE – PRE-ORDER NOW.** "Stop it," I whispered. I felt a sob of pure, unadulterated rage rising in my throat. "Turn it off."

CARINA As soon as I got in the house, I saw him seated on the couch in the living room smoking. This got me really surprised because the Harry I know would never go near smoke. This is not the man I used to call my best friend. Harry has changed a lot since I met him. He's suddenly so wealthy, he's violent and now he even abducts people just to get what he wants. That's not the sweet, loving and caring Harry I used to know.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "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.

I’ve almost finished eating when I decide to check how he’s dealing. “Harry? Are you alright? I didn’t mean to send you on an existential crisis or anything. You don’t need to freak out too much. It will all work out eventually..” Harry’s headjerks up to look at me, like he had forgotten that I was actually here. “Sorry babe, I was just thinking that it might be worth changing my approach with her. Clearly what I have been doing isn’t working very well.” He says pointedly, taking a sip of his drink. I had forgotten that his drink is spelled. Harry is… sweating?

I was instantly worried, but gained a small chuckle from Edward instead of matched panic. "No, you've just been very distracted today, your mind is going a million miles a minute and honestly I'm having trouble keeping up." He reassured me. "If I had listened a little closer I would have heard you singing 24601 repeatedly in your head before it began, but instead I kept hearing Christmas music, and oddly enough, professor Umbridge from Harry Potter saying her line about the OWLs."

Liv and William felt tremendously relieved and happy that Harry has made amends with his own father in the end. They were all happy of Harry’s partial recovery and had prayed that he will fully recover as soon as he begins his rehabilitation for his reflexes, movements and his speech. Harry has a lot of things to do to fully improve himself after he will be examined thoroughly by the doctors. With Harry’s condition being able to come back to life after being announced dead and actually dying for ten minutes, it was a one out of ten and something that science would call a miracle. Mount Sinai Hospital Rm. 117

It could have been much worse. It's time to end all this crap ... Harry's visit dispelled the last doubts and now she will act. The son of a bitch showed up early in the morning to show her a tape of Run Up My Galaxy where Louis cut himself on a whim. The cell trembled in the hands of the one who filmed and uploaded the video to the network, but it was visible enough for Kit to have a nauseous knot in her stomach. Her poor little sun… Harry, the filthy creature, plays with them all like dolls… He stood, grinning mockingly, watching her reaction… and she watched him. And now he no longer doubts.

Harry stumbled into the bathroom. The moment Shirley saw him, she couldn't help but furrow her brows. In just a few days, how did he manage to transform so drastically? Harry used to be meticulous and always in his best dress. But now, he had a stubble around his face, and his eyes were sunken and lifeless. It only took a short time to turn a vibrant person into this disheveled state. "What's wrong? Do you also hate me?" Harry glared at her angrily.

Instead, I pad across the room and find the body lotion on the nightstand, sitting next to the photograph I pulled out before I'd showered. Harry stares up at me from the frame, his blue eyes holding that particular quality of mischief that made him dangerous and irresistible in equal measure. He's beautiful in the photograph: all sharp features and that rare smile he reserved for moments when he thought no one was looking. But the smile in this picture is different. It's genuine. It's the smile he gave me in our last week together, before Dakor decided that Harry's existence was something that needed to be erased. My hands start shaking.