Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Is Tiny For His Age Voldemort

So I got myself a spot and sat down as thoughts of what might be happening between the two filled my head. I felt bad. I felt like I was all alone in the world even though there was loud music deafening my ears from the background. “Hey, kyle who invited you?” I heard an unfriendly familiar voice say. I lifted my head to see that it was Harry, boyfriend to Bella. Many believe that Harry will become one of the greatest warlocks as soon as he clocks eighteen and as such, they see him and Bella as a power couple. Unlike Bella, Harry is calmer and a bit friendly but I know better than to engage him in a chat as that could provoke his over a possessive girlfriend.

That moment, I totally forgot the little girl whom I was with for hours in that empty amusement park. "Hey bro! Guess what? I have a huge crush on this girl that I saw last time." Harry, my best friend suddenly stated. I was just ten years old at that time. "Here, check her picture. She's beautiful right?" Looking at the small picture that he got from his pocket, my eyebrows raised. A sudden sense of familiarity filled me. Before I could even process everything, a soft innocent voice from the back dragged my interest back to reality. "Harry?" "Bella!" He excitedly exclaimed.

His fingers remained slack, unresponsive. The gown they’d dressed him in was too big for his thin frame, hanging off him like a shroud, like a ghost of the vibrant boy he once was. His hair, usually so full of life, lay limp over his forehead, hiding the faint, crescent-shaped scar he got when he fell off his bike at seven, trying to impress me with a wheelie. I used to tease him about it endlessly, calling him “Harry Potter” and kissing the little mark like it would somehow protect him from all future harm. Now, I’d give anything, everything, to hear him laugh again, to see that mischievous glint in his soft brown eyes that always made my heart swell with pride and love.

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.

Lucy grabbed Jessie's hand and shook it desperately. Jessie looked at her, speechless. "I'd need his consent too, you know. If he's not interested, I can't force him." "So you do know someone, right?" Lucy immediately asked. Harry was good-looking too, but what's the use? He had an even more mysterious personality. Jessie doubted he'd like a girl with Lucy's temperament. Besides, their age difference was too big. One was eighteen, and the other was nineteen. Harry was six or seven years older than them.