Harry Potter Humour Novels & Stories

Think about what he did just a moment ago. "What's wrong with you? Why are you calling out my name?" Again Alfred asked, wanting to get a serious answer. “That's the fate of a popular person, your name will often be called until your ears itch and your nose sneezes." Harry's jokes, which are always funny, are difficult to take seriously. “I'm? Not really, not popular as you. Just admit it! How many girls have you dated or confess they love to you, huh?” Attack Alfred is very random with topics that suddenly appear.

“Harry…” “Do you want me to come to your hotel again? Look at you, a shameless toad lusting after a swan. Do you even look at yourself in the mirror? With such a big and abnormal potbelly that jiggles disgustingly, a fat face and body that stink. Do you think you are anything special? If it weren’t for your money, no one would spare a glance at you. How dare you tell me to come over after tricking me and acting so wickedly to me? So disgusting!” Harry disparages coldly.

What the fuck happened to that? “B-but –!” he spluttered, “We match!” “No, you don't. You two looked like you're going to a fucking funeral with all that black like it was some inside joke and it's not even funny!” Harry complained, tossing a dark blue hoodie his way, “Wear this instead and look like Jack Frost!” He grunted, “Why do I have to look like Jack Frost?” “Well, duh!” Harry stuck his tongue out, “Because he’s hot!”

, Harry finishes. Cam has his mouth open then shuts it like a fish out of water- wanting to laugh but holding it in, which leads to Perry and Harry softly giggling at him then leads me to full on laugh. Everyone turns their attention towards us as Cam still looks like a fish out of water- our small group continues to laugh at Cam until two sluts decide to make their presence known. “What are freaks laughing about?”, one says.

You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make till the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the gods above Can separate the two of us I hummed softly along and he looked over at me. "Big fan,huh?" "No, just one of them." I pulled over into the parking lot. "Who's this unlucky guy?" "One, he's not unlucky. Two, it's Harry." We walked towards my locker. "Harry Styles?" "No," I rolled my eyes at him. "Harry Potter." "Haha, really funny." He said as I slammed my locker shut. I turned on my heels and coffee spilled on my shirt. Way to start Friday morning. "Watch the hell where you're going." The voice barked.

I hated it when she let the dragon do the steering. “Sure, but she can’t act.” I waved my hand about. “‘Mondo Retardo. Oh Harry, I’ve made myself sound like a posh girl from the 1930s for no reason.’ Look at a decent child actor like the kid in Sixth Sense, then look at midget Mary Poppins. What the actual fuck?” Whatever Maurice’s point about the Horcrux was, it got lost in the barrage of abuse I fought off for the next hour. Sometimes it’s good to let people vent a bit.

Surprise, surprise: Back at you, princess. CHAPTER TEN Devon Harry's sudden chortle of laughter broke me out of my disbelief. Turning my angry glare on him, I asked. "What's so funny? I don't really think any of this is, unless you are a sadistic masochist." "The fact that she sneaked in here and did this." Still wheezing and holding his belly, Harry said between laughs. "You must have really made an enemy of her."

Harry says, and I can see where this is going. Everyone in the courtyard can see where it's going. "What should their punishment be?" Harry asks me, and I see his eyes glint in excitement. He looks pleased by the situation. Like it's all amusing to him. Harry has become a sadistic psycho. Oh my goodness, he's crazy. He's absolutely lost his mind. Harry trails over to me, leaving only a few inches between us. I can feel his hot breath fan my face, and my breathing gets harsher.

I heave a sigh when he hangs up and I'm lifting my head again as he turns to me, "Thank you." "Yeah… it's okay," he still looks sceptical but he doesn’t say more than that. A chuckle interrupts our moment and with a clenched heart I turn to stare at Silver's back again. He's laughing softly, his shoulders lifting up and down as he makes no sound. Harry and I exchange weird glances but we don’t say a word. I'm more embarrassed than anything and I know why he's laughing. He finds my situation funny and ridiculous. Well I do too but you don't see me being a bitch about it.

“You did. But I’m not mad, if that’s what you’re afraid of.” “I wasn’t even aware,” she mumbled behind her hands. “I just remember feeling hot, heart racing, and then… blackout. I’m so embarrassed.” Harry leaned back, a faint smile playing on his lips now. “If it helps… you were adorable. Like a kitten high on catnip.” “Oh my God, don’t compare me to a kitten,” Arabella groaned, her cheeks flaming. “I don’t even know why I acted that crazy.” “Grandpa’s potion is unpredictable,” Harry said, grabbing his coffee. “And you just drank it like it was tea.”