Harry Potter Fanfiction Characters Read The Books Novels & Stories

"What do you want to talk about?" He put down the book he was reading and eyed me, his eyes lingering on my hips as if checking if I were okay. Deep in those eyes, I could see something I couldn't make out. He cleared his throat, tearing his gaze away from me and returning it to the book on his lap. "I want to make a proposal, Carissa." He patted the space next to him. "Sit." I hesitated for a moment, then decided to oblige, taking a seat beside him on the vintage couch. The proximity was uncomfortably strange for me. Strange because it was making me hot especially what had just happened in my room. He'd seen everything!

Daniel himself was sure that Harriet was like this because what she experienced that night had shocked her, making her force her entire body to work optimally. And sure enough, when Daniel opened the door, he saw the exact same sight. In fact, it seemed that the chair where Harriet was sitting didn't move one bit. Daniel saw Harriet lowered her face, reading an ancient text from the castle library written in the old spelling from a hundred years ago. The text didn't even talk about Sorcery, only mentioning Sorcery in a sentence or two in the book, but Harriet insisted on reading them all. "Madam."

Anything" Abel was trying to slide down from his mom's embrace, Eva saw this and put him down, I kneen down so I can have the same height as little Abel. "Anything you want" "Will you read for me then?" Abel asked while looking at me with that puppy eyes, how can I say no? "Of course, I will, but what you want me to read?" I asked while patting his head. "HARRY POTTER" Oh, look like we have another Potterhead in the family.

The sun was out, and the weather was beautiful. A contrast to the storm brewing inside the house. I signed and leaned against Mum’s grave as I continued reading Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince since it had been one of her favourite books when she was alive. I hadn’t been a big fan of books and only read because of Mom. I read about seven chapters before I got tired, so I closed the book and lay down on the well-trimmed grass beside her grave. Weird, I know but it always calmed me down to be this close to her.

He raised the book in his hand up to his face and my eyes followed it. *HARRY PORTER* I still don't understand the hype around that book. I'm yet to read it and I won't judge it yet but the book is so popular that I wonder what is so special about it. "Are you mad at me?" I asked, my hand cupping his cheek. "No, you gotta do what you've got to do. " He responded and grinned widely, that boyish charm that has always been one of his signatures showcasing itself again. "Let's go to our spot."

As usual, Harry always wanted Julia to read him a story before bed. Julia grabbed a bedtime storybook for children from the small table drawer next to Harry's bed. Julia arranged a few storybooks inside the drawer. She had read the book many times, but Harry still loved it. Harry then put his head on the pillow, getting ready to lie down. Julia began reading the book she was holding.

“All kinds of books. I’ve ready fantasy, romance and everything in between. I’ve read Harry Potter probably more times than I can count.” “Harry Potter?” I chuckle. “Don’t diss on Harry Potter or I’ll turn this horse around.” I chuckle at her threat. “Do you read?” “I do, probably not as much as you but I do. I tend to stick to fantasy stories like The Hobbit or the Game of Thrones series.”

Memories of me and Ethan sprawled on my bed or my bedroom floor reading books together, guessing each other’s Hogwarts house. It was Friday afternoon. As the classes were over before noon, I had called Jake over to help me pack all my stuff for the move. Anya would have helped, but she was in her office and had called in to make sure Jake and Andrew were behaving. “Is that Harry Potter?!” Andrew exclaimed, rushing into my room and leaning down to see the books with his big brown eyes. I grinned at him and let him see the books. “My mom gifted it to me when I was ten.”

she asked, picking up the book. "Pureblooded Potterhead," I replied proudly. "You're looking at someone who's reread Harry Potter so many times that I’ve started cramming what happens on what page." Her face lit up as she said, "You're kidding, me too. I love those books. But Chamber of Secrets is my favourite." “How can you say that?” I gasped. “Deathly Hallows was the best.”

She was slowly becoming agitated as Harry kept on staring at her and waiting for a reply. "That was a long time ago, Harry, how would you expect me to remember?" Harry raised an eyebrow, staring at her suspiciously. If there was one thing he was certain about, his little girl would never ever forget her favorite book. She talked about it a lot and it seems she read the book more than fifty times. Harry remembewred the fact that she used to explain the book to him, hook line and synched. "Well, it's Throne of glass..." He replied, still looking her up suspiciously.