Harry Potter Fanfiction Reading The Books Dumbledore Bashing 소설 & 이야기

“Oh my god! You got me the Harry Potter Series!” I rushed to the bookshelf and grabbed a copy of ‘Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire’. It was the only book I had read in the series and I had fallen in love with it. I had promised myself that I would buy more but I never got the money. “Yeah, girl,” she said smugly, “and I got you some others you might like…” I saw the other books and my jaw dropped. It was almost all the books on my reading wish list.

She should have been a witch, not a vampire. "Go. I was just getting to my first smutty scene; I told you, you can only interrupt those in an emergency. Rayhan and Delsanra are much more interesting than you; now shoo," she says as she settles back in bed with her book. I snort at her, her and her damn book boyfriends. "You better take some tips from there; you'll be choking on a wolf here soon enough," I say and run out before she can throw the nearest object that wasn't her book at my head.

She was slowly becoming agitated as Harry kept on staring at her and waiting for a reply. "That was a long time ago, Harry, how would you expect me to remember?" Harry raised an eyebrow, staring at her suspiciously. If there was one thing he was certain about, his little girl would never ever forget her favorite book. She talked about it a lot and it seems she read the book more than fifty times. Harry remembewred the fact that she used to explain the book to him, hook line and synced. "Well, it's Throne of glass..." He replied , still looking her up suspiciously.

I watch as the book disappears, sitting up I stare at Damon. “This shit? Why are you reading trash like this, it’s for women who can’t get laid and need to read it to get the experience.” A laugh escapes my mouth. “Apparently, I can’t get laid!” He stares at me shocked, silence filling the space between us. “Why don’t you just stop? Leave me alone, and stop talking to me? Go home Damon, and wait for my real Daddy to come home.” He should, he doesn’t want to do it again, fine, but there is no need to be on my back. I hold out my hand waiting, watching as he hands the book back to me. “Cheers. This is better than any reality I have had so far.” His eyes widen, a low growl escapes his throat as

The sun was out, and the weather was beautiful. A contrast to the storm brewing inside the house. I signed and leaned against Mum’s grave as I continued reading Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince since it had been one of her favourite books when she was alive. I hadn’t been a big fan of books and only read because of Mom. I read about seven chapters before I got tired, so I closed the book and lay down on the well-trimmed grass beside her grave. Weird, I know but it always calmed me down to be this close to her.

Author Pov Standing while leaning on the wall and crossed arms Damon was staring at the girl sleeping on the bed emotionlessly. Her face was pale and peace was nowhere close to her. I hate you. The voice inside his head whispered as he closed his eyes trying to get rid of the pain his heart was feeling. Her mare whisper resulted in a throat-ripping yelling towards his heart. He felt numerous knives stabbing his heart. His soul hearing those venomous words from her. It wasn't the first time someone said these words to him but this time the effect was different.

I'm reading Harry Potter on the couch, at Ana's insistence. Despite my first impressions of the book, mainly that it seemed geared toward children and not me, Harry Potter is turning out to be a very interesting read. I can't really relate to the main character missing his parents, but I can relate to his dislike for his living family members and his joy at leaving them behind and making new, unexpected friends. Sensing that it must be late, I check the time and see that it's 11:30, much later than Ana is usually out in the living room. I glance over at the table to see her head nodding at the same tempo as the foot-tapping. She is still intent on the Glock. I wonder if she realizes how late

Well, it was a good thing I already know the story, I have read it about a hundred or more times. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. What could be better than all the fantasy, action and thriller all in once? Trying to concentrate onto the words of the book and let my imagination disrupt my thoughts, I didn't even realise I managed to walk straight into something hard and strong. I gasped as I was almost knocked out off balance.

“I do. I’ve seen the movies and read the books, because I know you’re going to ask.” The smile comes back to her face, but it’s not the same one as before. I’m back to feeling like a jerk and am getting afraid it might be too late. We just had sex—twice—and I’m acting like none of it mattered. If only she knew how much it did. How much it always has. “They’re modern classics.” “Yeah, they are. Obviously, I’m a fan.” “I got sorted into Ravenclaw. I did the quiz online.” “I got Gryffindor.”

I sat on my seat then put in my earphones as I brought out my book from my bag and started reading from where I left off. "Why'd you run off without me?" I jumped when someone had taken my book from me. I rolled my eyes at him, removing my earphones and replied to him, "Why do you always do that? Ugh, Harry, you're so annoying." "Oh shush, I'm reading." He replied, I smirked and snatched my book from him, "Hey! Give it back!" He whined. "This is mine, not yours. Back off." He groaned and folded his arms above his chest making me laugh. Soon, our teacher had entered the class and started discussing her lessons.