Harry Potter Houses Personality Novels & Stories

"Help Winnie with the items! Why aren't you greeting her? Call her name!" I couldn't help but laugh. "This brat never listens. He always walks around with a sour face. I don't even know if he'll manage to find a girlfriend before I die. With that personality, what girl could possibly put up with him?" After giving a few more instructions, my professor left. Harry led me to the dorm that had been assigned to me. It was a one-bedroom apartment with a living room—very spacious.

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.

Harry had this innocence and charm around him. Harry was the good looking nerd in the block. He was all shade of green flag. “Baby, you need to listen to me sometimes. You went ahead to call Gerald? For what reason?”, he asked, brushing his hair in front of the mirror. “I…” I stuttered. I wasn’t used to this authoritative side of him. I never knew Harry could be authoritative and for an unknown reason, it scared me. “I wanted to be sure”, I pushed out the hard words finally.

Peter's previous annoyance with me faded as he turned his full attention to Harry. “Yes, I’m a vampire from the Cairn family,” Harry admitted. Harry went on to explain why Peter couldn’t uncover his vampire identity. It was clear that Harry had a remarkably open attitude about these matters. He genuinely didn't want to delve into the conflicts of the past generations, and he wasn't afraid of others changing their minds and seeking retribution. His straightforwardness and honesty earned my respect.

“Your pitiable situation is exactly why I’m concerned. It makes you vulnerable, and that means you could be bought. So, I’ll ask you again, Harry—can you keep your mouth shut?” Harry straightens up, his expression hardening. Despite his circumstances, there’s a spark of intelligence in his eyes—a sharpness that catches me off guard. He’s street-smart, like all the kids out here, but there’s something more to him. Something tells me he’s already thought this through.

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.

"Brother, although Severin is powerful, it’s not good to accidentally hurt this kid.” "Besides, we are both royal paragons. Even if I win, it will be disgraceful!" Harry was eight feet tall, with a leopard head and eyes, a swallow's chin and a tiger's beard, and a body like an iron tower. He was majestic. His presence made people feel the majestic power of energy and blood rushing towards them. Although he was tall and seemingly reckless, he was actually very thoughtful. How could a distinguished guest from Grandiuno Sacred Land come to visit and cause such trouble?

So I got myself a spot and sat down as thoughts of what might be happening between the two filled my head. I felt bad. I felt like I was all alone in the world even though there was loud music deafening my ears from the background. “Hey, kyle who invited you?” I heard an unfriendly familiar voice say. I lifted my head to see that it was Harry, boyfriend to Bella. Many believe that Harry will become one of the greatest warlocks as soon as he clocks eighteen and as such, they see him and Bella as a power couple. Unlike Bella, Harry is calmer and a bit friendly but I know better than to engage him in a chat as that could provoke his over a possessive girlfriend.

She probably doesn't want me to speak, but at least I can show that I'm paying attention. "At Magic Academy, there are four houses, each one representing an element and its values. The mirror exists to sort you into one of those houses, and usually, it picks the houses where you will grow as a person." Not in the water house then. My grandmother continues speaking. "The water house values beauty and change. The students placed in that house often see the grace in nature and are resilient to change, usually able to tackle every challenge life gives them." I glance at Daisy. She plants her arms under her chest. I notice every student standing in her group is wearing white and blue. It's probab

he finally asks me the question, but it was gonna be harder to answer than I thought. Of course I wanna say, yes you are a bad person! Due to the whole kidnapping two people thing, but I can't for two reasons. The first? obviously he might get angry and god knows what he'll do to me, but two for some reason a part of me is saying maybe he isn't a bad person. I know I sound so incredibly dumb for thinking that with everything he has done, but I can't help but feel bad for him, he had a pretty tough upbringing, with a mother that didn't care and a father that tried his best. But what also comes to mind is the times when he's acted so different, a few times now he's been so nice and acted like