Harry Potter Houses Personality の小説・ストーリー

I flay my hands in the air as I speak. "Shut up!" He growls, but I ignore him. "You've changed. And it's for the worst. Where is the Harry who wanted everything good to happen to his pack? Where is the Harry that had plans to help each family in the pack with their problems?" "Now, all I can see is a vicious, murderous monster that kills for no reason. You instill fear in people who are already petrified at hearing the sound of your name. I don't like this, Harry. Nobody likes this Harry." I say in all sincerity.

It's now evening, and I'm sitting at the dining table with Matteo, who appears to be chatting nonstop about what he's learnt today. I believe he is one of those persons that simply enjoys learning. If he were to be assigned to a Hogwarts house, it would be Ravenclaw. I stare down at my lap, my right hand covered with the bandage from earlier, zoning out from what he's saying. I recall Alessandro's irritation and anger in his eyes, but his hands were so gentle against mine, a sharp contrast.

I barely even looked in the mirror before rushing out of our house. As I pass the windows of a dark classroom, I regret my decision to not even brush my hair—I resemble Hermione Granger in the first Harry Potter movie, with a bird's nest for hair. Mine is darker, though. I was born with the complex of a ghost and black hair to match. I'm a mess.

“This place sure is filthy. I nearly forgot about this because of some nuisance, but you can fix this, right, Harry?” His threatening tone they are the use of hearing from him. His smile and expression show his pride, which is his embracing nature. “Of course.” Harry confidently said, snapping his finger and in a second changing everything into the pristine and luxurious property that is their little haven of darkness. “Now that we have our place, our identity is set, shall we all work according to His will?” Harry reminded them with a tone that is threatening and not just a simple reminder. With their expression that shows their sins. One by one they change their appearance. One by one they

Personality Description: Arrogant, organised, determined, reliable, seductive Family: Grace Payne (mother) Joseph Payne (father) Harold Payne (older brother) Helena Payne (younger sister) Friends: Devin Hardy, Karen Davies Harry POV My name is Harry Payne, I am the CEO of Payne enterprise. I am thirty-four years old and I don’t have time to date. Hell, I barely have time to breathe, let alone date. My work is a priority. My family expect great things from me and I comply with that. I am extremely hard-Woking and focused. I ended a serious relationship three years ago when I found that she was cheating on me with my best friend. That’s when I focused hard on growing my company.

There will be good people too. Out of all the stories that she read in her life. Harry Potter was the one that's close to her heart. She could relate to that main character because she's living with an obnoxious caretaker. Rathi wished to have magic powers like Harry and wanted everlasting friends like Ron and Hermione. The thing that inspires the most in the book is how Harry finds the light in his dark path. Then life has taught her that it occurs only in the fantasy world. Her path has no light at all and she embraced the dark. She used to love dark and silence. It's peaceful than the fuss in the light. Even darkness has a bright side, which she identified after living in it.

“I don’t know. I’m sure he would’ve found a way. He’s nothing if not obsessive.” “That’s Preston,” Harry nodded, the atmosphere precipitously growing heavy. “He’s been like that since he was a kid. If he wants something, he won’t stop until he gets it.” Her stomach twisted, her skin prickling as she tried to subdue the chill threatening to erupt through her. “Well, that’s reassuring.”

Finally, he let out a deep sigh. “ Okay, I know you might have noticed he's been acting strangely, and I think it's time I explained what's going on." He said “Yeah, I've been really confused. Some hours ago, he was sweet and kind, and the now, he's... terrifying." I said “I understand why you'd find it confusing. The thing is, Harry has what's called dissociative identity disorder. He has two distinct personalities: one is gentle and caring, while the other is... darker." He finally said and my eyes widened

After the waitress left, there was an awkward silence at the table. “So, Victoria, what Harry Potter house are you in? I’m sorry but if you’ve never taken the test, then it might be a deal breaker for me. Also, if you Gryffindor, a part of me will think you’re lying regardless of whether or not you’re actually telling the truth.” I was impressed. I hadn’t talked about my love for Harry Potter with anyone in so long. Aaron was just ticking all my boxes “Fear not, I’m a Hufflepuff. What about you?” I asked.

"Is that a... geographic location?" Kieran burst out laughing. "Oh my god. He's serious. He doesn't know Harry Potter. Did you grow up under a rock, dude?" "I grew up in isolation," Cale said stiffly. "Elion, help him out," Mira said, sensing the awkwardness. "Team effort." "Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff," Elion said quickly. "He's not a fan of fantasy. He prefers non-fiction."