Harry Potter Nicknames Novels & Stories

“N-nicknames?” Henry’s childlike enthusiasm horrified me. Allow people to call me by just my first name or, even worse, nicknames. It’s disrespectful to tradition, culture, and my stature! I thought he was demented for even thinking about it. And why would Henry want to be treated like a normal person? He’s the king! He was so weird sometimes. “… Lina is a nice nickname,” Henry was saying, and I cringed so hard I thought I might throw up. “Mary, Percy…”

Kevin, Jenny, and Sofia started grinning, Kunal as well, RK mouth upward too, Aadil remain expressionless. Sohu pouted and said, "This is my nickname!" Sofia asked, "How many you have a nickname?" "Junjun can only call me Princess. Just the way only I can call him Junjun even Jenny, Kevin and our Dadima can't call him by it." Jenny nodded "Yes we only call him Doraemon but he becomes made with it." Rohit nodded said "I understand like brother RK only can call you Shorty and only you can call him Oldy... Isn't it?"

Sam says, nudging me as we slide into our usual table. I sigh, dropping my bag. Ignoring people sounds easy in theory. In reality? Not so much. “Anyway, tell me about Mr. Hot Pants.” Sam leans forward, eyes gleaming with mischief. I groan immediately. Sam coined that nickname months ago, despite my very vocal objections. Mr. Harry does not need a nickname like that especially not one that somehow stuck. Unfortunately, Sam has never been one to listen when something amuses her. And apparently, my very obvious crush amuses her a lot.

“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

In her impression, Carwyn Levi was a person who had never cared about these trivial things, what kind of status did this boy have to be respected by him? She looked at the boy with the melon hair, at the two poor cooks, then softly said to Carwyn Levi: "Carwyn Levi, go away, stop giving them trouble." The two chefs, seeing that someone spoke for them, immediately looked at Nadia like an angel, her eyes full of supplication. Nadia gently stroked Harry's face and asked softly, "Baby, what's your name?" Harry looked at the beautiful aunt in front of him for a moment, then timidly replied, "My name is Harry." There was still a hint of sadness in his voice.

“Who’s it gonna be?” Everyone looked around again, the guys all shaking their heads, unwilling to be the one that Rhett does a body shot of whiskey off of. ‘Come on, you pussies, he’s not going to lick salt and pull a lime from your lips!’ I thought to myself. Then I noticed Rhett looking at me, lifting one eyebrow. I opened my mouth, about to protest and mouth the word “no” to him, but some of the people present noticed our looks and encouraged me to get on the bar. Whatever got them out of doing it themselves, I suppose. “Harry-san! Harry-san!” chanted the men from our school days, my nickname from karate when we were twelve.

“I hope you won't be a disappointing opponent princess. I'd hate to see you lose to a toddler,” Todd said, mocking himself. "I think after this, your fans might want to rethink changing your nickname. I'd prefer you be called Todd the toddler instead of The Prodigy from the North. Todd and toddler have a nice

Darren said, cutting me off. "What?" "I don't like Nutella." "Are you serious?" I asked, eyeing him incredulously. "No, I'm Darren. And I don't like Sirius Black, the dude's creepy." I just gave him a blank stare. "Who is Sirius Black?" I asked, scrunching my brows up in confusion. "Who would have that sort of a name?" "He's in Harry Potter," He said, shaking his head at me. "You wouldn't know." "Oh," I said. I only watched the first movie of the series and I didn't like it. So I didn't watch it's subsequent parts.

he added, smirking at me. "And it is the worst nickname I ever got." I rolled my eyes, "How did you even come up with that?" "Hey!" I chuckle, "I think it's cute!" "Yeah whatever.." I snatched away one pillow from his side and leaned against the couch. "What about going to Kofibucks?" I asked no one in particular. "Nope," Harry and Rin answered popping the 'p'. "Woah, hold on." I gasped. "The Zenith doesn't want to have Kofibucks? That is new."

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.