Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Quits Gryffindor Quidditch Team Novels & Stories

Alive. "Okay, just fine," Harry chuckled, rubbing his fat hands. “Now let’s see what your puppies say…” For a few minutes, Harry typed intently, snorted, then began to laugh, reading aloud especially liked moments. And then something pissed him off. He didn't say what, just slammed the laptop shut, tossed it on a chair, and looked at Kit with eyes filled with malice. Probably, according to the rules of the game, now he will begin to punish her?

I looked down at him, and saw the admiration shining in his eyes behind this glasses, and my heart squeezed. When I looked back at Jeremiah, I found myself smiling. "Yes. This is Chuck." Jeremiah's face suddenly became warmer, he crouched slightly to Chuck's level. "Nice to meet you, Chuck." He said, stretching his hand for a shake. "That's a great shirt. You a Gryffindor or Ravenclaw kind of guy?" Chuck's entire face lit up like fireworks. "Ravenclaw! But I really like Luna Lovegood, and everyone says Hermione should've been in Ravenclaw too because-"

But still… it didn’t help. Nothing was helping. My world was falling apart. And the worst part was,I didn’t know how to fix it anymore. I sat back, breathing hard, staring up at the dark sky. Hermoine fell beside me, her lip bleeding, her eyes still burning. “We can’t give up,” she whispered. “I’m not giving up,” I said. “But the game has changed. That bond… that damn bond…” Hermoine wiped her mouth and looked at me. “Then we break it.”

“Ms. Evans, we were just discussing how the masterpiece of JK Rowling contain absolutely no swear words except in the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when Molly Weasley swears at Bellatrix Lestrange for duelling with her daughter Ginny.” “Absolutely!” Ms. Evans said enthusiastically and continued fangirling about Harry Potter. Lucas rolled his eyes and turned to Zehra who was looking at him in incredulity. “What?” “Nothing, who would’ve thought that our quarterback was a potterhead.” “Oh shut up. Show me this godda–” “Don’t swear,” she whispered this time. "Why?!" "I don't like people swearing," “Ok show me this e-mail. Now.” Zehra took her phone and showed him the e-mail. H

But thinking of how Harry was excited to tell them about buying new materials, there didn't seem to be a problem. Laying on the couch, Kiara sighed and said, "I wouldn't be in this state if we fought. He seems to be busy these days. "He'd only chat with me for a short while. When I went to his workplace, they told me he quit a while ago. "I called him immediately, but he just brushed me off and didn't tell me what he was up to. Yuna, do you know why he's doing this?" Yuna laughed helplessly. "Yeah, I know."

He and the arrogant jerk had gone to the same high school before Harry had ratted him out for smoking and got him expelled. So this girl was Harry’s fiancée? He almost laughed. Revenge was best served cold and it was freezing now.

I smiled, gently prying it from his grasp, careful not to upset him. "How about we go shopping, Harry?" I asked, my tone light and playful as I ruffled his hair. "What do you think?" His big eyes blinked up at me, curiosity flickering across his face. "So… I’m not going to school with Harriet?" he asked, his voice small but full of hope. "No, dear. You’re on break now, but Harriet isn’t," I said gently, watching his little face scrunch up in disappointment. He didn’t look satisfied with my answer, his lips pressing into a pout.

Quinn’s always been one to stand up for equal rights, and I think having four older brothers just proved to her how she can do anything they can do, and most of the time do it better. “Anyway, the head of that team is taking me out to dinner tomorrow and wants to introduce me to a professor friend. I kind of feel like Harry Potter going to a Slug Club dinner party, but I’m also at prime laziness right now and am already dreading being out past my bedtime.” I didn’t think it was possible to be any more attracted to Quinn than I already am, but she wins me over more and more every time we talk. “If you’re trying to get a memory from this guy so you can defeat a dark wizard, don’t be so obvious

Madam Pomfrey visibly pursed her lips in fury and answered. "It was a quidditch accident, Lord Ravenclaw, a simple cracked wrist that I could have fixed in a jiff. But the new DADA professor resolved to take the matter in his own hands instead of taking Mr. Potter to me. The boy even said that tried to stop him, but he insisted on fixing the issue, and he is 'the great' Gilderoy Lockheart." The last part was said with anger in her belly. "He ended up messing the spell up and vanished all of Mr. Potter's arm and hand's bones. And he had the audacity to say after that now that he had no bones, there was no more crack to fix!"

ARIA Uncle Barty and I sit across from each other, not saying a word. When he's being an impossible person, I can't deal with him. Now, he has it in his head that I should quit being the team's medic and find an excuse to give the headmaster once I'm asked about it. According to him, someone made a complaint about me. And of course, I know who it is. I silently eat my food. To be fair, it tastes like ashes in my mouth. The news of my having to quit the team made me so upset. I was learning a lot, and of course, I have a lot of love for hockey and anything to do with healing.