Harry Potter Gamer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Grainne realized his feelings, moreover, she didn't want to get herself wet, so she bent down to comfort Harry: "Good, can we play another game? Playing this game will get your clothes wet.” "Can't resist, Harry wants to play this game..." Harry immediately turned his head, shook his watermelon hair, and opened his eyes wide with anticipation as Carwyn Levi cooed: "Uncle, uncle..." He unleashed his lovely magic cannonball hit, shaking Carwyn Levi's hand. This move really worked, Carwyn Levi looked at that tear-filled eye for a bit and then sighed: "Let's go, I'll take you." Before he could finish speaking, Harry was dragged straight to the ticket counter.

, Phet pouted looking at Oak and then crossed his arms. " Ahmm...okay. Let's play that game.", Oak said after a few moments. He thought he would just end the game soon by blinking his eyes. Anyway he has enough money in his wallet to pay for the food. Phet looked up excitedly. He leaned forward and supported his chin on his hands. The game hadn't even started. But Oak was already feeling his heart racing up. " C'mon let's start.", Phet said low. Oak nodded, his heart thudding fast. He hesitantly leaned forward looking at his lap. Then he looked up at Phet's face. "Start ", Phet said looking directly into his eyes.

’ He thought hysterically and brushed his hands through his hair in frustration. "Alexa, let me ask you a question: have you ever felt anything for me before? Do you even feel anything towards me? Has this always been a game to you? Tell me!” He snarled, his voice filled with desperation. He looked at Alexa with a piercing gaze as if he wanted to uncover all her secrets. He couldn't help but remember what he had seen in her diary; maybe he was just a challenge she wanted to conquer.

While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident. They said they were mages. Seasoned pro in the game. They gave us the rundown: We were stuck in a horror game. Everyone here? Already dead IRL. The castle had thirty floors. Each floor had its own monster—or monsters. The higher you climbed, the scarier they got. Clear all thirty floors, hit the legendary 9,999 points, and you get a second shot at life. Bonus? A cash prize so massive, you'd never have to work again.

I turned a deaf ear to their cruel words. Could eloping with a poor student really be the key plot point? I stared at the paper, both surprised and doubtful, but I had already made up my mind. Whatever happened, I had to go and see for myself. When night fell, I followed the address written on the piece of paper and arrived at the rendezvous point. Immediately, I spotted the black-haired male student—currently being role-played by the snake-man—standing with his hands behind his back.

"He looks like a snake, ready to bite on your back. Do you know who he reminds me off?" "Who?" "Nagini from Harry Potter. If his nose wasn't that straight, he'd might as well fit voldemort better." "You like Harry Potter?" "Yes! I LOVE Harry Potter." I almost jumped in my spot, drawing out a chuckle from him. "Which of the series is your favorite?" "The first one! I love their innocent, carefree queries in that." I felt him moving, then his breath hit the back of my ear as he whispered. "Just like you."

So I got myself a spot and sat down as thoughts of what might be happening between the two filled my head. I felt bad. I felt like I was all alone in the world even though there was loud music deafening my ears from the background. “Hey, kyle who invited you?” I heard an unfriendly familiar voice say. I lifted my head to see that it was Harry, boyfriend to Bella. Many believe that Harry will become one of the greatest warlocks as soon as he clocks eighteen and as such, they see him and Bella as a power couple. Unlike Bella, Harry is calmer and a bit friendly but I know better than to engage him in a chat as that could provoke his over a possessive girlfriend.

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

Her shadows were now advancing towards Harry, his heart clench as he almost lost that control that was on the verge of plummeting. "I can sense your warmth, little wolf! Oh... So, the healer and your friend had made sure that you are not alone in this fight I see..." she brazenly declared and trailed off, "...how touching, you are indeed special to that Moon Goddess descendant, all the more impressive, I could curse her too and seize her fire. I will make sure that you will be a trap in this cavern forever." her cold menacing voice murmured with her eyes blazing with hatred. "...just like I trap the soul of the old man and the souls of your parents." "No! I won't let that happen you whore!"

Arianna narrowed her eyes at Harry. “What? I’m just offering a friendly suggestion. Tell anyone about this, and I’ll kill anyone you blabbed your mouth to.” “That seems pretty asinine, don’t you think? The fastest way for me to get the money is to tell my partner.” “I’ll consider it. I want to see how much you hustle in a month. I’ll be back in a month, and I better see some progress. I’ll be watching you and your older lover as well. Take care, Arianna,” Harry wished, slipping out of Arianna’s bed. “You know? I may not put you up for auction at all. Maybe I’ll keep you for myself,” Harry teased, winking at Arianna before he left.