Harry Potter Houses Personality Novels & Stories

"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.

"Then can you describe to us what Harry's usual character is?" "Character?" The middle-aged woman's tone was obviously a little dismissive. "He's just a hooligan ruffian, he has no character, he doesn't do anything serious all day long, and he is proficient in eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling." "You're saying he has a habit of prostitution and gambling?" "Yes, of course there is, and their family is being collected by loan sharks, and the walls are covered with paint, and the whole building is disturbed." The middle-aged woman's tone was filled with disgust.

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.

"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’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.

Chapter Twenty-four **** I should have known this day would come. From the moment Harry’s eyes met mine in the shadowed library corridor, something in me shifted. He wasn’t like the others. He wasn’t like Jason with his fiery intensity, or Kael with his unshakable loyalty, or Raven with his storm of secrets. Harry was quiet, calculated, and dangerous in a way I couldn’t explain yet. And now, standing at the edge of the training grounds, I watched the tension turn into something real.

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.

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

Looking into the distance, the store left me amazed by everything around us, all the environmental riches. A huge sigh comes out of me, bringing me the joy of being happily welcomed for a week, including the magical illustrations of this place, although I have a bad taste in my mouth from what I just found out. Yes, now I see clearly, from the beginning, it was a damn obsession, him wanting to be with me and me allowing myself to be possessed by a stranger. I won't deny that Harry is crazy, but he's a possessive, controlling, and extremely jealous man, although he showed me that he is an attentive, affectionate, sympathetic, and hopeless romantic, as he was very detailed in every second, min

“We had some fun, didn’t we, because of that? But this… It was like a piece of me had always been missing, and suddenly there it was, completing me.” “You are a romantic,” Talen was enchanted and amused. “I guess I am. Or I am with Jules, yes,” Harry swung back their hair, relaxing into the topic. “He is just… such a good person, Talen. He is like you that way. Quiet, but he’ll speak up when he has to, and when he speaks it’s with authority. But he’s not… not power-seeking. He won’t stand by silent when there’s wrong being done, but otherwise he just wants to live his life, with the farm, and me,” the last was purred smugly.