Harry Potter Henti Novels & Stories

I slowly nodded, not trusting my voice not to break right now. “Want to see if Chris is down for a movie marathon tonight? I’ll buy the snacks,” I could hear the smile in his voice, “It’ll be just like old times.” Chris was sitting in the row behind us, surely a middle finger to my mother. “Did I hear movie marathon and Chris?” his voice sounded from behind me. “Harry Potter?” “Hell yes!” Chris whisper-yelled, causing my mothers head to spin around like something straight out of a movie. If looks could kill; Chris would have been dead the moment her eyes met his.

"All right. On one condition only." He turned around from the big TV screen and raised his eyebrows at me. "I get to choose the movie." And that was the exact reason why we ended up watching the last part of Harry Potter. Which Zack seemed to hate. "I don't like this movie, Lily." He nudged my shoulder from beside me. "Can we change it." "Shut up, Zack." I glared at him. I heard him groan out loud before he leaned back against the couch, looking at the screen with a disgusted frown.

“What? “Uhm, Madam Puddifoot? From Harry Potter? In Hogsmeade Village?” “You like Harry Potter?” Jackson replies with a chuckle. “I saw the movies when I was a child, but I have not thought of them much since, I suppose.” Monica’s smile is bright as she admits, “I love them. I watch all eight movies at least once a year and lost count of how many times I have also read the books years ago. But the first time I read them was with my mom, and we both fell in love with the stories.” “Who’s your favorite? Harry?”