Harry Potter Nicknames Novels & Stories

Not that he hadn't wanted to be, but I'd convinced him I had a plan. But today's breakup plan sucked big time. The original plan had been to break up with Isaac Monday, but when the moment had presented itself I'd pulled a G-roy. That's what my best friend and I called an uber coward who didn't deserve to live. We'd coined the name after the character Gilderoy Lockhart in one of the Harry Potter movies. I swallowed loudly, self-disgust like heavy slime in my throat.

my voice broke in half. Adamant, he continued, "Yes, you can. You know when the Sorting Hat placed Neville in Gryffindor?" I nodded weakly, slightly amused at how regular he seemed when dropping Harry Potter reference. "That same fat kid slayed a snake seven years later. You're the Neville, Rashid. You can slay your snake, and you will." "It's slew." I sniffed. "Huh?" "Slew a snake, not slayed." "You're fucking hopeless."

The light in front of her was suddenly blocked by a tall figure before she could return to her senses. The man's dashing and demonic-looking visage was in the backlight as shadows loomed. “Nene?” Harry let out a low laugh as if he had recited this name many times in his mind, and he finally said slowly, “Your nickname is pretty cute.” Sienna held herself in check again and again. She did not intend to be bothered by him as she merely said, “Did you come to thank me? It’s not necessary for you to thank me. You can just transfer money to me directly.”

What sort of magic is she using? "We can't use her name, Papa, because whenever her name is mentioned, you become dazed," I said worriedly, and he nodded. "That's a problem. Then what should we do?" Papa asked. "Give her a different name? Like Lily or Daisy, so we don't face this issue?” "Nah," I dismissed the idea. "It would be troublesome if we forgot the name.” “Then?” Papa frowned. I thought for a while and suddenly recalled my favourite fantasy series, ‘Harry Potter’. "How about we refer to her only as 'the she-wolf who must not be named' to reduce her psychological hold?”

I said as I came out of the hiding place But Damon stepped in front of me, shielding me again, his small frame trembling. “It was not Naina Bear,” he said, voice breaking but steady. “It was me.” “It’s not Damon Kitten!” I screamed back, tears sliding down my little cheeks. “It’s me !” The tall figure tilted their head slightly, and I could hear the dark amusement in their chuckle. “You gave each other nicknames now?” the voice sneered. “You, Harry… I said go. To the punishment room.”

Sitting on a chair to rest, Harry intended to put the mane with a mercury pattern on Charlie's head, but he harshly refused with a hateful tone. “Uncle Harry, this mane is so ugly. Your taste is really poor when you choose this mane at the ticket counter. I hate childish accessories like this.” Harry raised his eyebrows and patted Charlie's head, "You're just a child, little devil." Charlie suddenly frowned at him, "You can't call me 'little devil'. Only my mom and aunt Giselle can call that nickname of mine.” “Hmm? So what about your dad?” He lovingly pinched Charlie's chubby cheeks.

Maybe she just needed someone to believe she could do more than look pretty and smile on command. When she emerged with the key piece clutched triumphantly in her hand, I found myself smiling too. "Come on, Princess," I said. "Let's go meet the others. We've got an academy to get into." "Stop calling me Princess." "Why? I thought you liked it." "I don't. It makes me sound helpless." I considered this as we made our way out of the Cunning Forest. "Fair enough. What do you want to be called?" "Just... Dalia. Nothing fancy. Just me."

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.

“I do not know, Autumn, I suck at this. You should buy one of those Baby Names books when the time comes.” Autumn finally cracked and laughed. “I was joking when I asked you but now that you seemed to give it a thought. How about boys? What would you name a baby boy?” “This one’s easy,” I smirked. I loved how random our talks were sometimes. “Aragorn from Lord of The Rings, Niklaus, and Kol from The Originals, Ash aka Ashley Williams from The Evil Dead Trilogy, Yoda from the Star Wars cos he’s a legend, Mr. Deadpool aka Wade Wilson, and last but not least, Severus Snape from Harry Potter because he made me believe in true love with his amazing one-word quote: always.” I took a deep breath, f

“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?”