Harry Potter House Traits Novels & Stories

She can’t even remember now. Harry pulls up to a very lavish mansion. It could almost be a palace where the f*cking garden is arranged, with neat and trim hedges and ornate glass decor. There’s a dark infinity pool out front, and what the f*ck for? It’s only three inches deep. “We’re home,” Harry chirps, getting out of the car and opening the side door for Ariadne, “Hurry up now. Don’t dawdle.” Harry’s acting like a dad from the sixties with his chipper attitude. All he needs is some dockers.

Where could he have been at this type of hour? I walked towards the grand staircase on the first floor of this house. I couldn’t help but look around at the magnificence of the interiors. I know Harry was rich and all, but looking around made me realize that I can look lack a beggar compared to him. The place has high ceilings, most likely to hurt your neck just to glance up. It has window walls, but Harry said the outside is tinted and can not be seen.

• When i get inside my house,i make an ice coffee with popcorns to watch Harry Potter. I'm basically obsessed with Harry Potter.Like first of all,how is Tom Riddle so hot? I know he's a Villain and very toxic but if he gave a chance i would take it. Anyway,I call Kayla to check if she's arrived at her house already or not. "Hey Kayla" "Hey wassup"She said with her chirpy cheery tone. "Are you alone?" "Yea why?" "I was talking to Hayden like asking him some questions and now he's mad at me...I don't even know what i did to make him so pissed at me."

"You're a potterhead?" "Yup," he nodded eagerly as he finished his ice cream. "Oh really?" she smiled, glad that she had found a kindred soul within him already. "Of what house?" "Gryffindor," he replied, smiling widely. "And you?" Marwan wouldn't have any idea what Gryffindor meant or what it meant to be a potterhead. She began to compare the two men in her head, weighing their attitudes and likeness to each other. They were wholly opposite and she couldn't for the life of her think about how to choose one over the other.

I am happy to possess that part in her life. We watched Harry Potter together. She loves it especially the character Harry potter. A few years back she even used potter like round glasses out of her fancy over Harry Potter. At that time she really looked like a dumb nerdy kid, but I always had to lie saying "She is looking beautiful" As I didn't want to die at this age. She is the whimsical character that can't stay steady not even for a moment. Gradually she fell asleep while watching the Tv. I was sleepy too.

I had not, until this moment, fully understood that those qualities required their opposite to be recognizable. "Hey," I said. "I've been trying to reach you." Not accusatory — Harry was rarely accusatory. He had a talent for phrasing things as observations rather than complaints, which I had always thought was one of his better qualities. "The calls kept dropping." "Signal's strange here sometimes," I said, which was not entirely untrue. The estate's walls were thick in the way of old money and serious construction, and certain rooms did lose signal unpredictably. The fact that I had not tried very hard to find the rooms where the signal was good was a separate matter.

She begged my father to allow her to adopt Harry and didn’t give in until he agreed. Harry was a happy child with an authoritative streak. Dad believed that Harry would one day make a good Beta; it was in his blood. Dad said that Harry even had an Alpha streak in him, so who knew what that boy would one day grow up to be? My father is the King, so I know that he knew but never confirmed anything. Harry was also incredibly smart and unbelievably fast. Harry was also a very loving child, one who adored Lilly and followed her everywhere.

I tried to talk Dad out of letting me change schools. “Why can’t I just finish my final year at Sunders and then come to Oakland to join you?” I tried to argue with him, but he just wasn’t having it. I even cooked his favourite meal on our last night at Sunders to try to convince him, but Dad is nothing if not stubborn, and unfortunately, that is a trait Harry got from him. Not me, though. Me? I am as gentle as a dove and sweet as sunshine. Just ask the black nail polish and the dark eyeliner in my drawer, they’ll tell you.

I want to make it up to him for the years I've missed in his life. He's everything a child could be, chit chatty. Fun. Nerdy... He just possess more of my qualities compares to Violet. His eyes are mine. His nose... Violet. His chin... It was more like an exact replica of me... "Guess what I discovered?" Harry's ecstatic voice jerked me to reality.

MyDavina’s POV: Harry kept chattering all the way, and he seemed to want to do something right away to repay me.I tried my best to persuade him not to think about it anymore. Although Harry was tall and strong enough to defeat several werewolves with one punch, he was as naive and simple as a child. Whoever treated him well, he would give a hundredfold sincerity to that person.I could say that I was lucky to have a friend like him. After getting my room key from the dormitory administrator, I parted with Harry.