Harry Potter House Name Novels & Stories

It didn’t matter that it wasn’t fresh. A curse didn’t care about time. It cared about the bond. Tonight was the night I used it. Harry’s house sat at the edge of town, isolated on purpose. He thought it made him safer. It made it easier for me. I didn’t knock. The door splintered under my shoulder with a crack that echoed through the quiet. Harry was waiting for me in the main room. Of course he was. He’d heard the wards break the moment I stepped onto the property.

Darren said, cutting me off. "What?" "I don't like Nutella." "Are you serious?" I asked, eyeing him incredulously. "No, I'm Darren. And I don't like Sirius Black, the dude's creepy." I just gave him a blank stare. "Who is Sirius Black?" I asked, scrunching my brows up in confusion. "Who would have that sort of a name?" "He's in Harry Potter," He said, shaking his head at me. "You wouldn't know." "Oh," I said. I only watched the first movie of the series and I didn't like it. So I didn't watch it's subsequent parts.

“I do not know, Autumn, I suck at this. You should buy one of those Baby Names books when the time comes.” Autumn finally cracked and laughed. “I was joking when I asked you but now that you seemed to give it a thought. How about boys? What would you name a baby boy?” “This one’s easy,” I smirked. I loved how random our talks were sometimes. “Aragorn from Lord of The Rings, Niklaus, and Kol from The Originals, Ash aka Ashley Williams from The Evil Dead Trilogy, Yoda from the Star Wars cos he’s a legend, Mr. Deadpool aka Wade Wilson, and last but not least, Severus Snape from Harry Potter because he made me believe in true love with his amazing one-word quote: always.” I took a deep breath, f

She missed grandma and wanted to go back. "It won't take long." Harry touched her head. "I'll take you to bed." "Mr. Louise." Thera rolled the wheelchair and followed. "You're the biggest man I've ever seen." "Since ancient times, the son has taken his father's surname, but Mr. Louise loves his son and wife's surname." After saying that, Thera laughed and turned the wheelchair to her room. Obviously, what he said was a joke. He knew that when Stacy gave birth to these two children, Harry did not know. That was why he followed Stacy's surname.

Harry grumbles. We all look at him. He doesn’t exactly have a southern accent. He sounds like he from Europe somewhere. He does have a darker complexion than the others. “What is your last name?” Raul asked. “My last name is Worthington, but my cousins are Byanca and Breayna.” Harry answers. The room goes silent. We don’t even need a last name to be said to know who those two are. The run the fucking Carolina’s, well them and the Molanaldi family. To be honest those two families are so fucking intertwined at this point they are one big fucking family.

It was a fun idea. Up ahead was the house where Julian's car was the other day. There was nothing up front this time, but it was amazing to know where he lived. So close and the possible enemy might not even suspect. "I see these houses fill your eyes." said Harry as we got out of the car. "They really are too much. I've always loved houses like that. Dark and elegant." I explained. "It doesn't suit you. You look more like the preppy in a castle, pink room, cream house type." mocked.

The person before them was Harry. The Scott family from Isonbert was a distinguished family with a century of history, and they were well-known and influential. Harry, the heir of the Scott family, was wise and unrestrained. He was already a well-known genius in the business world at a young age. Everyone who knew him was expected to treat him with reverence and call him Master Harry. In terms of his background, the entire Isonbert would be shaken if he said a word. In terms of appearance, he was perfect and captivating, like a god that had descended into this world.

"Please?" "Wrong." I turned my head away again. "Abracadabra?" I shook my head. "Ugh! Clue?" "Harry Potter." "Avada Kedavra?" I scowled at him. "Kill me, why don't you?" He pressed his fingers to his forehead. "That's the only one I know." "VulneraSanentur." I finally answered. "Because you wound me." Colton sent a flat look. "Get out."

"You like her. This Natalie. Are you a Potterhead? What's your house?" I stared at him for a moment. "You're a closet nerd, aren't you?" He shrugged. "I'm Slytherin house." "Why doesn't that surprise me?" He smiled. "Your house?" "Ravenclaw." He smirked. I rolled my eyes and smiled. Answered his original question. "I do like her. She reminds me of me when I was that age." I shook my head. "But no, I don't know that I can be considered a Potterhead. I've only ever watched the movies, never read the books."

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.