Harry Potter Fanfiction Quotev Novels & Stories

"We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Perhaps, he can use that very emotion against her. “I know Crystal since I found her; she wont abandon us for some petty puppy love.” Harry commented, distaste filled his mouth. “Now that she’s won, best we give her… a congratulatory gift. You remember that Crystal always loved your croissants, right?” he inquired, his eyes holding some kind of glint in them.

Harry doesn't get tired since he's totally built like an athlete. When I am back to normal and no longer panting like a sick dog . Harry says,"you called me haz" I look at him and reply," cause you are. You are my haz and will always be " He smiles and says," I missed this, you know" I smile back and my thumb grazes harry's hands so he holds my hand . I know I should stay away but I can't help breaking my own rule once in a while. "Will you ever tell me the reason?" He asks and it doesn't take a genius to know which reason he is talking about.

“What the hell is this?” My fingers tremble, my pulse slamming through my wrists as if my body is trying to warn me of a collapse. Harry looks right at me with that infuriating brow arched, Viv leaning her head against his shoulder, and they both stare at me with all the warmth of a dead snake. “I mean, I’m actually concerned now, babe…” she mutters with a mock pout. “Has she always been this slow to pick up on things?” Harry nods with an exaggerated sigh, like this is all too tiresome for his mighty intellect. “I’m starting to think she’s just… stupid.”

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

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.

Their hearts were starting to twitch uncontrollably. "Look, this school has CCTV in every class, can't we see that?! That way, we can find out whether these cute children are doing something that is not justified or not...'' said Harry, explaining to all of them while glancing at Vera and his friends with meaningful eyes, making their hearts tremble even more. abysmally

"If I had listened a little closer I would have heard you singing 24601 repeatedly in your head before it began, but instead I kept hearing Christmas music, and oddly enough, professor Umbridge from Harry Potter saying her line about the OWLs." "Oh that's my favorite and I don't really know why, awful character, iconic lines." I laughed, catching myself distracted and trying to focus back in. Edward could tell I had lost my course of reasoning, and reminded me of the original topic of conversation. "Okay yeah, so if I had to put a label on it, maybe… boyfriend?" I shrunk into myself and the blanket, all but pulling the drawstring on my hoodie to completely conceal myself. "If that's what you

I echoed the words I heard her say a million times, smiling slightly. “You’re very insightful, I think we’re going to be great friends.” Susie grinned, grasping my arm and lacing it with hers, “Now, I heard one of the guys at school speaking about a Harry Potter movie marathon at the main packhouse today, would you care to join us?” “I love Harry Potter.” I nodded eagerly. “Forget it, we’re not going to be great friends- we’re going to be best friends,” Susie announced and my heart skipped a beat. “Who’s your favourite character?” She asked, dragging me along the path that led to the main pack house.

ELIJAH I settle onto the bench beside the tree, stealing a glance at the book nestled in his lap. Harry Potter. Perfect. "Who's your favorite character?" I ask, trying to sound casual. He glances up, his dark eyes meeting mine for a fleeting moment before diving back into the book. Well, that's not surprising. He doesn't know me, after all. I’m just another stranger. "I like Dumbledore," I blurt out, hoping to spark a conversation. Not my most smooth move. I am going to fail today.