Harry Potter Fanfiction Reading The Books Dumbledore Bashing นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Because every time Harry looked at her, the man only looked her in the eye. Lis shook her head, shuddering at the thought that had caught up with her. *** "Kirey!" I stopped, looked at Harry who turned out to be outside the library holding my books. I smiled and took the book. But it didn't last long because my hands immediately moved quickly and Plakk, I smiled with satisfaction as I looked at Harry who looked dazed while holding his head which I just hit.

Lazy smirk, perfectly messy hair, and a phone in his hand like it’s his lifeline. “Look who finally decided to show up,” he says, barely glancing up. “I was starting to think you’d joined some cult or something.” “I did,” I say, dropping my bag with a thud. “We worship books and drink iced coffee instead of Kool-Aid.” He raises an eyebrow. “I think I’ve read that book.” “Probably didn’t finish it.” “You wound me.” I sit down beside him, careful not to get too close, and hold up the book for him to see; A Court of Fang and Foolish Decisions. He tilts his head, looking unimpressed.

(Harper’s POV) “I’m sorry, what now?” I stared at Harry, dumbfounded. He flicked through some more pages of the book and then turned it to face me. I apprehensively looked down at the book. The page was titled “Bloodline” and there was a picture of a wicked-looking blade down one side. The writing was a little faded and handwritten, but despite all that, it felt so familiar and I could read it, like it was something I had read a thousand times before.

Cami groans, but smiles nontheless. _____ "You just have to try to read it." Rose says. "Oh kay." Luc says, looking at the book she gave him, it is the first and second Harry Potter. She gave Cami Percy Jackson, the first and second. "Promise?" "Yeah, we will read it." Cami smiles, placing her hands round her neck. "Stay here, I will get to the front and get your desired flavors." I say, and oddly enough, they are entralled by the book in their hands.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. ~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince. •• Noor sat besides her father, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady beeping of the monitors, a background noise that seemed to dull the white noise within her head.

she asked, picking up the book. "Pureblooded Potterhead," I replied proudly. "You're looking at someone who's reread Harry Potter so many times that I’ve started cramming what happens on what page." Her face lit up as she said, "You're kidding, me too. I love those books. But Chamber of Secrets is my favourite." “How can you say that?” I gasped. “Deathly Hallows was the best.”

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

“I’d have gone with deluded detective, but look at the muscles on him…” Siobhanny spun furiously away from them, shrinking down into a tousled haired teenager in robes who adjusted his glbuttes. Harry Potter slunk go to me with the sexiness of a lap dancer. I pointed at Siobhanny, when I backed away. “Now I know you’re screwing with me.”

Books are oxygen for the literate. For me, there's no other way to breathe. Breathing comes naturally to living organisms. For a nerd with a perfect attendance record and zero friends, air fills my lungs, and words fill my head. I like filling my head with facts, opinions, and fanfiction. There's nothing better than reading Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings fanfics on a Friday night.