Novel & Cerita Harry Potter House Name

"I think we've outgrown full-time education ... Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?," — Fred Weasley, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead | Mey and The Talk of The Century I was about to close the front door when I heard my mom's voice yelling my full name. "MEY WANG!!" I quickly locked the door and walked towards the kitchen. I dropped the groceries on the counter before I went to the living room to hear whatever she had in mind. "Yes?"

“Dad… I’m here,” Swara exclaimed loudly, the moment she entered their house. It was not as big as Knight Mansion, because Knight Mansion, or better to say palace, was a real palace. However, Harry and Aadhira’s new house was perfect in every means. Harry, who was in the kitchen, came out, after hearing her voice. He saw her standing near the entrance and was looking around. “Here is my girl…,” Harry said while opening his arms, on which Swara with a wide grin ran towards him and gave him a tight hug.

It’s dangerous yet I find myself wanting those captivating eyes to never look away. It frightens me to my core and I panic. “My real name is Harry and I come from a hidden world known as Hogwarts. My grandmother is Gandalf.” I sound stupid, I’m so stupid. The fumbling words leave my mouth before I can control them. I expect confusion from him, or maybe he’d look at me like I am some weirdo, but…he laughs. He laughs out freely. The laughter stems deep from within him, rich with real cheerfulness. As always, I’m entranced by it. The wind picks up the sound fast, playing it in the air.

Ethan mentioned with pride. "Yandel being four years older, he was sent there first, and after the first year, he came back with a round glass which was given to him by the school and he sudden developed this british accent out of nowhere which seemed to please our parents so much they sent us there too," Ethan added. "Hence why me and Nathan called him Harry, as in Harry Potter, the cursed child, the second part of who shall not be named, the successor of the elder wand, the—" Emily was saying before she got interrupted by Yandel who seemed to have had enough of story time.

I need her to support me in this. We all left the hospital with the paparazzi tailing us like cockroaches. I almost lost my breath. Without even telling Harry, he knew I wouldn't want to go back to Shawn's house. I don't want to be reminded of that incident. But where was he taking me? "Harry, where are we going?" I asked while Harry drove. "My house." "You..you have a house here?" I looked confounded. "Yep. And we're here." He parks into the garage while I marvel at its beauty. Harry had a mansion and he never told me.

Every morning was a gift. Nisan had grown quickly, as half-blood children often did. She was already sitting up on her own, reaching for objects with her tiny hands, babbling in a language that only she understood. Her dark hair had thickened, curling around her ears. Her gray eyes had lightened, becoming almost silver in certain lights. The golden glow still flickered beneath her skin, especially when she was happy or excited or hungry. The First Wolf's power was there, watching, waiting, but not interfering. He had learned patience. He had learned that some things could not be rushed.

Though I insisted that written upon Harry’s headstone, it should read, Harry Bastain Ashworth Dalgaard. Why my name? When Lilly and I mated, she said that it would be only fitting for Harry also to have my surname. Hers would have to be the predominant name as Harry would one day be King. Harry asked if Bastain could be his middle name. Goddess, he was so adorable when he asked that. I remember lifting him and throwing him in the air and hearing his baby laughter. My heart burst with love for that little boy that day. I had never known love like it before.