Harry Potter Nicknames Novels & Stories

Accordingly, Harry's sleeve was pulled up, revealing a tattoo of a dog there. "Are you from Cerberus?" Eric exclaimed, eyes darting to Harry, waiting for an answer. He only to see Harry pull his sleeve over the tattoo, then say quietly, "It's the past!" "At first I wondered why a petty security guard like you had such guts," Eric said softly. "Now I understand! The "claw" of the Cerberus, of course, has this ability! Harry was surprised to hear that. He frowned and asked urgently, "How do you know this nickname of mine?"

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.

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

" Harry was the head of Sable, also known as One. But I understand that he doesn't call Harry by codenames because they are just cousins. Me? I think they were just called by their names, but I used their codenames when talking to them. "Copy, Six." I just shook my head because he was smiling again. Haymitch reminds me of Arius and Saki. He's also naughty, and always stays by my side so sometimes I really tease him, even though I know he's the same way with other people. I just don’t really know why I need to be surrounded by these kinds of guys.

- good thing he didn't use them. You can't be a bad girl/boy if you have a phobia - I fear NOTHING. You aren't bad unless you aren't scared to call He-who-must-not-be-named by his name. - ha Tom Riddle (without the Marvolo, I like defying him.) You aren't bad unless you have a code name. -I've been called Tink, Cece, Diary take your pick. You aren't bad unless if you wrote an autobiography, it would be a pretty epic one. -I'm calling mine, The Bad Girl Wears Pink [the story of Secret Nolan].

She thinks I'm a good person? She's the only person I know who has told me I'm a good person. People call me Draco in the underworld, and most people associate it with the devil, dragon, demon, etc. But my fiery kitten thinks I'm a good person. Would she have the same view about me if she knew and saw what I was capable of? I know I'm not a psychopath who just kills people without thinking, but I've taken down some people because the world would be a better place without them, so I guess I did something good.

He said, and this time I laughed. “With which phone?” I said, then walked away. I jumped into Derricks silver Mercedes and he drove off. “So, Hermione? Do you have any nicknames?” He asked me. “Yes, I do. But only Ken is allowed to call me by my nickname.” “Oh, come on. I promise not to call you by your nickname in public.” He placed his hand on his chest to indicate how sincere he was. “That’s not the point.” I shook my head and my ponytail bounced with the movement.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you compare yourself to my Emma?" Ron's insane behavior terrified the woman. She grabbed Ron's hand and hurriedly begged for mercy, "Mr. Hagrid, I was wrong. Please spare me. I won't do it again." "Go back and tell Gavin not to play these little tricks. If he angers me, I'll make sure he regrets it." Ron let go of that woman and disdainfully clapped his hands. Ron's nickname was Lunatic Hagrid. Once he went crazy, there were very few people who were not afraid of him.

Like everyone else, Darby Caughill probably has very good reason to dislike me greatly. But luckily for me, she doesn’t need to like me. She just needs to marry me. I swivel in my desk chair with my cell gripped tightly in my fist. The urge to hurl it at the wall is monstrous. I guess I’ve earned my nicknames. They call me Monster Montague. That or my favorite Lord Lee On Poo, shortened down over the months to Lord Poo. The first has a nice ring to it. I don’t mind it at all. The second irks me, but only because the people who work for me can’t say my last name, which is part of the name of the damn company they work for. They’re calling it Mont-a-gue, not Mon-tag, which is the right way to

"I must say, and this is without taking into account the centuries that separate us, that I find you absolutely adorable." Harry wrinkled his nose at her words. He did not want his Mate to find him adorable. He was, after all, an Alpha and not just any Alpha: the Red Moon Alpha. He was proud of the nickname "Red Wolf" that his enemies would say with a shudder when they recognized him. He wanted her to see him as a strong and safe partner, one she could always count on. _ It is stupid to think that, Harry," Till grumbled. I am not offended that our Mate thinks we are adorable. I can be sweet to Mate and no one else. Mate is the only one who has the right to see us as such.