Harry Potter Name Novels & Stories

The group of men filter behind the grizzly bear in front of us. Gee-gee lets out an over exaggerated laugh. “Oh, I’M SORRY, I must be misunderstanding you. Did you just call your FUTURE QUEEN a mud-blood?” Before he can respond she continues. “What is this? Fucking Harry Potter?” The man sniffs his nose before spitting on the ground in front of me. “She’s no future Queen of mine.” The men behind him yell out their agreement. I take a step closer to the man and give him a sinister smile. “What is your name, sir?” I bat my eyes at him.

I read. “Really? Is this really your name?” I ask, and he nods. I can’t help but chuckle and he shakes his head. “Harry Potter fan?” I ask and his smile disappears, and he shakes his head. “My parents had never heard of the books or the films when they had me, and it’s just a coincidence,” he says and I laugh. “Coincidence, right?” I say, and he smiles at me. “Henly, can you tell me anything?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

Harry chimed in, “That’s not sharing. You’re a whole kidnapper, Alex” I couldn’t help but laugh. Larry and Harry’s energy and upbeat presence made me forget my sour mood from earlier. I wondered if all the members of the wrestling team were always this friendly and lively. “Where was I?” Harry asked and turned his attention to me, “My name is Harry Davenport” We shook hands and he smiled at me. He was very handsome in a childlike kind of way. He was definitely in his twenties but he looked nineteen. “Nice to meet you, Harry”

"Harry." A young man who was about Harry's age had stopped in front of him. He didn't have strikingly handsome features, but he was the type that would grow on people. Harry racked his brains until a name surfaced—Cyrus Yates. There wasn't much else to remember about him. He was practically invisible when he was among Harry's classmates. However, Harry had once asked him for workbook answers when he had been in a hurry to hand in his homework, so he did have some impression of him.

Despite his anxiety, his curiosity got the better of him, and he peeked out from behind me. "What's your name?" the woman demanded. "Ryan, Ryan Lucas," I responded politely, knowing the importance of addressing someone of her stature. However... "I'm not asking you. I meant the little pup behind you." "Why is my brother being called a little pup?" Harry asked, perplexed. "Hiding like that and only peeking out—what else should I call him?" "I-I'm Neil, Neil Caster. Um..." "Stop stammering if you don't want to continue being called a pup!" Her authoritative tone made everyone stand up straighter.

he asked again, softer this time, but still urgent. My lips parted, but the words came out wrong. “Demarion…” I whispered, the name slipping out before I could stop it. “Who is Demarion? Is he someone you know? Is he someone we can call?" He asked. "And my name is Harry, okay? Har...ry” he said, slower now, trying to guide me back. “Demarion…” I tried again, forcing the name out louder, even though it scraped against my throat.

I said wondering when or what I have done to have soiled my reputation here. "You know just like the way lord voldermort marked Harry potter and he was taken to his uncle place when he was still a child but was still the talk of the town in his real realm and was later introduce to his real realm when he was of age". I look at him in confusion, how does harry potter relate with my reputation been soiled.

I asked, only somewhat joking as I referred to the Untouchable that tormented and raped Olive as he pleased. ‘He-who-must-not-be-named’ wasn’t one of the nicknames she’d given him, but I couldn’t resist a good Harry Potter reference. That being said, Olive was much more creative in the nickname department. Among my favorites were asshat and the dickless wonder, but the last thing I wanted to bring up was Blaze Madden’s penis. I had a light breakfast and the last thing I wanted to do was spew it all over Olive’s shiny new car. No, thank you.

"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."

She yelled. "You can't blame me for wanting a special name for my baby." I muttered. "There are so many special names! Well, you have me now. What about Voldemort?" I looked at her waiting for her to laugh at the joke but she kept a straight face. "You're joking, right?" "Of course not! I like the name, it's cute." She glared at me like I just stole her firstborn child. "Well, I obviously don't like it." "Okay, what about Brogan, Talon, Chardonnay, Neo, Brent, Luigi, Carlo, Smith, Thomas, Robert?"