Harry Potter Funny Pictures Novels & Stories

"How about a decent movie this time?" "Harry Potter?" I ask. His whole face lights up. "I can kiss you right now." He chooses Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, which happens to be both our favorites, and we lean back and watch. I'm really absorbed in the beginning—how could someone ever get bored during a Harry Potter movie?—but then my eyes start to droop. I guess the past day and a half have been a little too exciting for me. Before I know it. I'm out cold.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:45 AM Larry Potter was doing a fine impression of a fish outside the water at the moment. What he just saw was some very amazing stuff, even when magic is taken into account. But then, he only knew this magic world for a little more than a year, so he didn't have much of a base to compare. Larry Potter then looked at his Head of House, and paused. Even if she was not doing a fish outside the water impression, she was looking at Erik with wide eyes.

Harry frowns. “I watched you make that, it’s just a normal drink. Where’s the magic?” He demands. “Here.” I say calmly as I reach behind the bar, grab some of the pink potion in my bare hands and fling it right at his face, essentially glitter bombing him. He sputters and coughs out a cloud of glitter. I expect him to be annoyed or complain but instead he just bursts out laughing.

Harry ignored Luna, but raised his hand, took the photo from the album, and spoke in a commanding voice. “I want this picture.” After saying that, he couldn't help but gently glance at the face of the little girl wearing the crown in the photo. His eyes moved slightly. Seeing such a scene, Luna had a surprised expression on her face, she stood for a few seconds before realizing something and asking him in a low voice. "Brother Harry, is there anything strange in this picture?" Finally, she couldn't help but ask. Her voice rang out, Harry's face turned cold, he reached out and took the photo in his arms, then glanced at Luna and said cruelly.

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.

Harry immediately jumped off old Levi's body, ran to his bag, and pulled a picture from his bag. He held out the picture in front of Carwyn Levi, cheerfully saying, "Uncle Levi, last time Harry drew a picture, he got first place! This is a painting by Harry, give him one!" Carwyn Levi's heart was racing, he accepted the painting, and looked at it carefully, feeling his heart now melt.

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

I might be ogling him because he smirks . " Like what you see?" My jaw drops to the floor and my eyes wide with a blush on my cheeks . Harry chuckles at my reaction . " well , i can send you a picture of me ,if you like and you can make it your wallpaper ?" "Harry!" i shriek and hit him on his chest . " So , what were you doing ?"

the slight uplift of people caught unguarded from a distance. We were outside the bookstore. His face turned toward mine. My face turned toward his, head back slightly, mouth open in the laugh. The real one. The kind that reached my eyes. I looked at the photograph for a long time. Not at myself. At him. Harry's face in the photograph was not the face he wore in public. Not the dinner table face or the warehouse face or the careful uncle-distance face. The face of a man watching a woman laugh and finding that the watching of it is the best thing that has happened to him in longer than he can specifically recall.