Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Helps Younger Students Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Harry, here’s a new jumper. Where are your socks?” “I took them off” “Why honey, we need to go” “They hurt my feet” Harry has never liked wearing socks and every school morning last year was a battle, it looks like this year will be just the same. * We get into the playground just as the bell goes, I give all the older children a kiss before taking Harry round to his pre school and thankfully I manage to avoid bumping into anyone.

It made my blood boil. Harry hadn’t done anything wrong, not really. He had just wanted to teach that insufferable little brat in his class a lesson. It wasn’t his fault the boy was such a delicate little flower, wilting at the slightest touch. Harry had only meant to scare him, just a little. A harmless prank that had gotten... blown out of proportion. I had fought tooth and nail to bury that stain. I had exhausted favors, called in debts, and paid handsomely to ensure Harry’s record remained clean. And now? Some fool thought they were being clever by bringing it all up again.

I sat on the bench, I wanted to leave and go back to the cafe but then I suddenly remembered Harry's cold and dark eyes as he proceeds on threatening me not to leave. I'm thankful that Harry helps me with that old guy but then at the same time, I can't help but feel confused because based on the rumors circulating around the university, Harry is a gangster and he loves bullying students. Fuck! I'm a new student and I don't want to transfer to another school, but most especially, I don't want to be Harry's punching bag. I can't help but think that the only reason why he helps me is that he wants me to repay his kindness by being his punching bag.

It was pin drop silence in the hall filled with thousands of the students. "I am Max Peter, your senior from second year Mechanical engineer. And we are the hazers. You will be directly assisted by us, will be guided through your schedules. You can come up to us in case you need any help any assistance". He stepped back only to let the other boy come up who introduced himself as Harry. There were two more boys Finn and Park.

It looked like it had been ripped out of a notebook, which made sense, but. "Harry Campbell! Are you passing notes in class?" Harry looked up guiltily. Mrs Jenkins had seen him examining the note. He was only a year away from graduating - the other teachers had started to treat the senior class like adults, but Mrs Jenkins used the same teaching methods for every student in every class she taught, no matter their age.

I did not allow him to finish his sentence. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, my friend looked as if he had aged five decades in a single night. " I didn't want to say an I told you so right now, but you let yourself be poisoned by one of the most Skyller hating people on this campus.” I stared at him "You told me yesterday that she was trying to help you, did she help you by giving your girl more booze and offering to introduce her to her friends?” Harry ducked his head, not having the courage to rebut my statement. But I was far from finished.