Harry Potter Meme Voldemort Novels & Stories

“You said ‘Voldemort!’ You can’t just call out any name that starts with a ‘V’ and hope to get it right.” “They practically sound the same to me.” Wayne lazily shrugged. He did know what the guy’s name was, but it was fun to see Rose get all hot and bothered when he messed it up. Also, why should he even be interested in remembering the name of a guy he would rather did not exist? It seemed like a waste of storage space to him. A part of him wished the dude looked like Voldemort. “There’s no way you are not doing this on purpose.” Rose knew he was too smart to keep on forgetting Victor’s name. He was just trying to get a rise out of her.

I asked. “No, Shannon.” He closed the distance between us, eyes hollow. “I see the misery I have wrought in her. All the pain my work has born.” He tucked a tendril of hair behind his ear. It rustled faintly, like the serpent crown of before. He watched me shiver. He reached out his hand, ran his fingers through my hair. I was too jarred to pull away. “I see myself in you.” “No! You are not the Voldemort to my Harry Potter!”

She said with a frown and a cute pout. Harry was going to tell her something when Vidhant cut him off and while giving him a wink, said to Swara, “I think he is a vampire, as I also doubt him, you know once I saw him drinking something red,” Vidhant said in a most serious tone. Harry just turned his face to control his laughter after hearing the cold-blooded lie of Vidhant.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

"Please?" "Wrong." I turned my head away again. "Abracadabra?" I shook my head. "Ugh! Clue?" "Harry Potter." "Avada Kedavra?" I scowled at him. "Kill me, why don't you?" He pressed his fingers to his forehead. "That's the only one I know." "VulneraSanentur." I finally answered. "Because you wound me." Colton sent a flat look. "Get out."

He removed his hands from the chain and dropped it on the floor, making them turn to him before flipping his hair to the back and his face was revealed, and I began to laugh. I didn't know why this whole scenario just seemed to be funny to me, and they looked at me in a weird way, but he seemed taken aback by my laughter like that wasn't really what he was expecting me to do. "You know what? I like you." I pointed towards him, and he gave me a confused look while the rest of them were just looking at me. "Are you ok, Elena?" Voldemort asked well. I didn't know his name, and he definitely looks like Voldemort with a nose.

Once the alcohol got to their heads, they started to talk about internet memes. A staff member of the military command showed up at the door. After much hesitation, the staff member saluted the three leaders with respect before approaching Draco for a few hushed words. Draco narrowed his eyes and soon scowled in rage. “Thud!” He slammed his palm on the table and yelled furiously, “Goddamnit, Magnus is just looking for trouble. Trust me when I say I’ll make my men destroy the Viper’s Den in Westeros.” “What happened?”

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.