Harry Potter Fanfiction Quotev Romane & Geschichten

This is the first time I’ve heard her laughing. Harry isn’t even that funny. Just when I think I’ve seen it all, Harry clears his throat dramatically. “O CPU so fast, so bold, You heat my lap, yet never cold. Your fan doth scream, your ports do blink, My love for RAM? Stronger than you think. You crashed, I cried, I fixed your drive, With every update, we both survive.” What the fuck is this? Harry’s out here doing sonnets now? But that’s not what hits me in the gut. Not the poem. Not even the fact that she’s laughing.

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

"Do you have any ideas, Tessa?" "Uhh, if we can use a cloaking spell over us then I think we won't get caught. Just like that scene in Harry Potter. " Tessa says and my lips stretch into a grin. "Tessa! You're a GENIUS." ***********

She cleared her throat, over-enunciating as though performing Shakespeare at the Globe Theatre. “Love isn’t patient, love isn’t kind… it’s fire, and it burns everything it touches.” She looked at me expectantly, starry-eyed. I wanted to slide under the table and melt into the floor. Was this real life? Was I being forced to quote my own tortured prose like a trained parrot? “Um.” My voice cracked. “Yes, that… that does sound like something I wrote.” “It is!” another boy shouted. “Page two seventy-three, right after the betrayal scene! I highlighted it!”

Author Note: Hello, lovely readers, I thank you all for the support you have shown me so far. Please keep supporting my book by voting, commenting, and reviewing. It would mean a lot to me. Tell me your thoughts about how the story is going and let me know if there are any grammatical errors. Prettydarlie *** Morgan's POV*** For the first time in my life, I felt uncertain about something. Damn anything I want, I get. It had been like this ever since I could remember, but now a rage consumed me as I stared at the petite woman.

“You did. But I’m not mad, if that’s what you’re afraid of.” “I wasn’t even aware,” she mumbled behind her hands. “I just remember feeling hot, heart racing, and then… blackout. I’m so embarrassed.” Harry leaned back, a faint smile playing on his lips now. “If it helps… you were adorable. Like a kitten high on catnip.” “Oh my God, don’t compare me to a kitten,” Arabella groaned, her cheeks flaming. “I don’t even know why I acted that crazy.” “Grandpa’s potion is unpredictable,” Harry said, grabbing his coffee. “And you just drank it like it was tea.”

"No need to get violent dear, save that for another time, place, occasion and position if you know what I mean." "Brandon!" Heat rushes up all over my face and Brandon laughs his chest rising and falling. He cups one of my hot cheeks and laughs again. "You should stop that darling or you'll burn my shirt.." This time I don't do anything that'll make him tease me more and instead I stick with just shutting the hell up but I can't help the smile that appears on my face and I turn my head burying my face in his chest to hide it. "Now now pay attention to the movie Harry Potter is good. This is the part where Harry and Ron can't go through the wall and have to use a flying car to get to Hogwarts