Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Go To Gringotts Alone Novels & Stories

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

“I’m not touching that. I’ll get tetanus or something.” Harry glanced over at me with a flat, unimpressed look. “And you think I’m going to touch it?” I tried to stare him down. “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who wanted to be the hero. So go ahead and be the hero, Harry. Open it. Don’t let me stand in your way.” Harry looked at the knob, then at me, then back at the knob, and the devil grinned. I expected something stupid like ‘open sesame’ or ‘alohomora’. But nope, he had to be dumb but piss me off at the same time as well.

Harry grinned as he moved closer to me like he was about to tell a secret. “Cook him a stew and wait for him to starve then tell him to sell his companies for a meal”. I looked at Harry and slammed him with a pillow. “Are you drunk?” we laughed. “Come on! It’s not my fault you don’t read the Bible. It really works” he insisted. “You are crazy” I laughed at his lame idea. After keeping the file safely, I walked out all dressed. “Where are you heading?” He asked curiously. “To spend your brother’s money” I danced towards the door.

Seeing how messy he is now, I feel even more guilty. “Hey, I might run home for a bit to have a quick shower and to grab my work stuff. Do you need me to bring anything?” Harry asks, heading for the door. Impulsively I chase after him. He turns to me expectantly, not sure what I want. I pause, not sure what my goal was in following him. Just that I wanted to thank him. Screw it, risking the paint, I throw myself at him in a hug. He seems startled but immediately wraps his arms around me. He’s warm from working outside and he smells like my cleaning potion. I stay there for a minute before releasing him and stepping back.

“Heard you brought your little sister. Where is she? I owe her another driving lesson. Or can I teach her how crypto works?” “Over my dead body,” I said immediately. Harry grinned. “Relax, man. I’m a changed guy. Mostly.” His eyes found Shula across the room. “Damnit. She grew up. Her body looks fully developed.” I stepped into his line of sight. “Look at her again and you’ll be eating through a straw.” “Protective much?” But he put his hands up. “Fine, fine. Just saying hi.” Except he wasn't. He went straight for the bar to get drunk.

Then, he ran to the door of the master bedroom again, pointed, and said, "This will be the room of mom and Uncle Levi." Grainne looked at the salesgirl's surprised face and felt embarrassed in her heart. She quickly walked over, pulled Harry's hand, and said, "Kid, what nonsense are you talking about?" Harry let go of her hand, and ran to the other room door, still with the same face, he said: "This place can be a reading room, Uncle Levi can work here." This kid is just talking nonsense. She had intended to go somewhere else to see more, but seeing that Harry liked it so much, Grainne wavered a little.

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

Harry groaned and walked out. ____________

I need to start jogging again in the morning. "Stand aside." He waves his hand backwards and we take a few steps back. Branson closes his eyes and starts murmuring something. A spell, maybe. Just then, the wall starts moving and Tessa clutches my arm. The wall slowly slides away to the left, revealing another door. "Fuck!" Alex's jaw drops. "J. K. Rowling surely came across this place and then wrote Harry Potter." He chuckles and I nudge him with my elbow. "Let's go." Branson says and opens the door. Tessa's hold gets tighter on my arm and I praise Moon Goddess for not giving her sharp nails.

She explained and looked like a cute puppy. "Grace, you don't have to worry. I did it because I didn't like leaving you behind like that. I don't want you to miss out on any of the fun. Also, I need someone to listen to my nonsense." She explained and Grace chuckled. "Is it too much to ask for?" She asked with puppy eyes. "It's okay but please don't do anything like this again." Grace requested and she agreed at once and was excited. "Hey nerd, I heard you said you didn't have any friends," Harry said and popped out of nowhere. She flinched at his sudden appearance.