Harry Potter House Traits Novels & Stories

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

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.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

The main character of the story has made her entry. Many secrets are going to reveal soon and also don't forget Harry is not your typical Male lead who can't use his brain. He's extremely smart and cunning. I don't know but Harry is my favourite Male lead till now after him you can say I prefer Xander. But Harry's character is just everything. He doesn't feel anything but when he does he feels it with his everything. If he loves he loves madly but if he hates then he hates venomously too. So beware.

“Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?” “Gryffindor.” Dean smiled at him. “They are courageous, chivalrous and determined. Plus, holy shit, the special effects.” JD laughed and hugged her to him. “I didn’t think that Harry was your type of movie. But I guess the special effects make it your type.” “Yeah. Especially the parts that aren’t done completely CGI. I mean even then; you have your place holders. And of course, there’s a forest named after me.”

I can confidently say he inherited those beautiful smiles from his mother. "Why did you keep him standing for so long darling? I'm sure he must be here for his friend." She says, urging me to walk with her, and we stride together into the house with Leah. God knows what she's doing behind us but I heard her say. "I'll go and inform Matt of your arrival." "What would you like dear?" Mrs. Harry asks. "Water. Just water is fine." I replied and with a small smile, she walked away. I was sitting in Harry's home, and even though it wasn't my first time there, I could see that the house was always kept very neat. The ceiling was clean, there was a plasma television, and the living room had couches

Harry had always been a horny, feral young man, his insatiable appetite for sex never seeming to be fully satiated. At eighteen, he was a tall, athletic figure with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes that seemed to undress every woman he looked at. His parents, John and Sarah, had always been a bit concerned about his voracious sexual appetite, but they chalked it up to typical teenage hormones.

He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently dabbed at the sweat on my forehead. I smiled at him, my heart softening as I noticed the worry in his eyes. I leaned down and kissed his forehead lightly, my lips lingering there for a moment. Looking at Harry, I saw the same striking features he shared with his father, John. The same eyes, the same chin, same shape of lips, same eyebrows, same every fucking thing. But Harry’s heart was different. He wasn’t cold like John. He wasn’t capable of the cruelty that ran in his father’s veins.

The place was breathtaking—marble floors shone under the glow of chandeliers, velvet drapes framed floor-to-ceiling windows, and an expensive scent of aged wood and leather filled the air. She turned to Harry, eyes wide. “You call this abandoned?” Harry shrugged, running a hand through his hair as he shut the door behind them. “No one lives here.” Ivy scoffed, stepping further inside, her fingers brushing against the polished railing of a grand staircase. “Right. Because all abandoned houses come with fresh flowers and a fully stocked bar.” Harry smirked, watching her take it all in. “Let’s just say… my father never liked the idea of true abandonment. He keeps things in order, just in case.”

"What are you suggesting?" "I'll keep giving him what he wants." "For how long? Have you though about that? You're basically the one taking care of him because of how poor he is right now and he wouldn't miss a chance to continue extorting you, please you can't continue like this..." Harry was saying when he trailed off, the voice ringing in his head telling him he was a child of that drug addict that's he easily picked the habit from him. The voice told him he knew he probably didn't belong here that's why he never tried to fit in, he belonged to Brooklyn, Matteo's house, picking up cigarettes and smoking to estacsy.