Harry Potter Named Goblin Friend Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“She is a little snobby and practically a bitch but I assure you, you will have fun.” “Thanks but I can’t stand Amanda.” That was nice to hear. I soon learned his name is Harry and we became good friends. All three of us chatted almost the entire night and then Harry left because he had work tomorrow which meant we girls were alone. After all this time I am sure that Dahlia can be trusted so I started telling her everything from the beginning. “So that is my story, are you sure you still want to be my friend?” and to be honest I am hoping for her to say yes.

I would tell Harry and I would also tell Gabriel just in case Harry needed more convincing. If there was anything to be thankful for about the situation, it was the fact that Harry and Gabriel were friends. They had genuinely become good friends who could carry each other down a hiking trail and I was happy. I was happy that it wasn’t competitive and that Gabriel didn’t have an ulterior motive just as I had feared.

he said, his voice firm but kind. I giggled, feeling the alcohol buzzing in my mind. "Who, me? I’m a good girl. I don’t drink." Harry stood up from his stool, shaking his head with a grin. "Come on, let’s go. I want you to meet someone." "Who?" I asked, trying to steady myself on the stool. "A friend," he replied, his smile stretching into something mysterious. "He wants to meet you." I raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Which friend? Where is he?"

Frankie rolls her eyeballs "how was detention by the way you never told us how it felt like" "I rather not talk about it" I smile The bell rings. Well break is definitely over now __________Goblin's POV_______ "What do you have for me?" A witch said with a cracked throat "Just a little something, but do you have what I requested?" "Yes I do" she hands me a box I take it and open it "good" I through her 2bottles one containing frog eye balls and the other snake venom "Thank you so much.....potions would be easier now"

I start babbling. "What the hell is wrong with Ron? He wouldn't even listen?! Yeah, like Harry wanted to throw his name in the goblet of fire!" I start sarcastically. "I can't believe Ron got mad and didn't even wanna hear Harry out and instead believed what other people said! Like Ron? Fix yourself! You're supposed to be his best friend? Like..okay lets just say Harry did find a way to put his name into the goblet what does Ron want? Does he want to participate? Is that what this is all about?He wants to die? Go ahead Ron, put in your name and let Voldemort kill your ass! Or was it because Harry didn't tell him he found a way to put his name in it? That Harry kept it from him and Ron felt b

I bent the doorknob, checking in to see what was going on. To my surprise, two people were making out. I wanted to close the door and exit until something made me stop. The guy below the girl was wearing Harry's favorite shoe. I know it's his. No, it can be him. Harry can never do this. What the hell am I thinking? I shook my head off those thoughts to think straight but the girl turned her face to me with a smirk after noticing my presence. What the hell is she... God this whore can never change.

Harry asked in pure anger dripping from his voice, "NO" I sniff, "He made himself clear before not to expect anything in this relationship and I made my mind on it, but I don't know why it's hurting like hell to me, why I am feeling pain when I see him with someone else," I choke out my tears again blurring my vision, "You know, I mean what I said before your not only best friend of Amore but sister to me, but I can't help you if you hide things from me," Harry takes my right hand in his assuring me,

'That's one of his friends,' Belle thought, abandoning her position at the till to chase the colourful head of hair into the street. "Excuse me," she said, patting the girl on the shoulder. "Erm, yeah?" the girl asked. She was a petite and pretty girl, with a grungy punk-rock style, yet she wore an Aborted t-shirt. "Cool band," Belle commented. "Yeah, I saw them in Sheffield last summer," the girl responded, face contorted in confusion. "Erm, anyway, your friends with the goth kid with the snakebites, right?" Belle asked, getting back on track.

Myra narrowed her eyes because she did not understand what Harry wanted to know. "Oh, come on, babe, you can not be like this. I am your best friend okay, and you have to share everything with me, it is a rule between best friend," Harry whined like a child. "Second best friend," Myra corrected him. "Yeah Yeah, second-best friend, can you tell me now please," Harry rolled his eyes at her when Myra said about him being her second-best friend. "Fine," Myra compromised and explained to him in detail.

Then I fixed my room because my friends could show up any moment. Suddenly the door bell rang. I elatedly went to hug my friends. I opened the door and saw what I least expected to see. I was dead in track to see the person I hated the most standing right in front of me. It was Harry.