Harry Potter Numbers Novels & Stories

“Yes, but it’s more than that. Nine is also the number of the human ego.” Aurora grabbed the corner of the laptop, swiveling it around to face her. “Look, I’ll show you.” She typed into the search bar and a list of websites flashed up. When she clicked on the first link a black site with red writing filled the screen. “Look sister, read this.”

Unknown Caller Arielle didn’t remember pressing the call button. She only remembered staring at the empty space where Daniel’s number used to be saved… and then deciding she didn’t need it. She knew it. Her fingers moved on instinct. Nine digits. Her heart thudded violently in her chest as the phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times— It clicked. Arielle straightened on the bar stool, suddenly breathless. “Hello.” That voice. Deep. Smooth. Controlled.

HIBARA “Hibara! When will I be an official member of your team?” TOTO LEI CHAVEZ wouldn’t pipe his voice down. He’s been like that since his involvement in The Mystery of the Five Orange Phones. Every hour of every day, he makes the wrong choice of bugging me. “Come on, give me an answer! We could be AMU’s Golden Trio—” “—Like what? Harry, Hermione, and Ron of the Harry Potter books?” The Major cut him off.

One place named 'Helgrind jail' entered her sight, as it had a striking number of 137 attached to it. One hundred and thirty-seven, one hundred and thirty-seven what? Katherine asked in her mind. As it was a jail, maybe deaths? But wouldn't the hospitals have more than this? And what is with this school, sixteen? No, it can't be a death-rate... But I don't know what else it can be. These numbers are way too random.

The double date had not been a bad idea after all. “Let’s play a telepathy game,” Harry said when we finished our meal. We still had some time before we had to head over to the school. “Sure,” Harper said, “how do you play it?” “I’ll mention two things, and on the count of three everyone has to pick one of them. The two people who pick the most things together have the best telepathy.” “Great,” Harper said, looking over at me. I looked back at her. We were so going to crush them.

What kept me stable. Natalie's party was going to be a blast. The teen was a Potterhead like I've never seen before. She'd showed me pictures of her room on her phone. Everything was done in Hufflepuff's black and yellow. She even had a stuffed toy badger she'd named Puffles.

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense." "They aren't as prevalent in those pigwarts books," Naia told him. "Hogwarts," Mike corrected her. "Whatever. Last I heard, the wizards of this realm were extremely limited in number. Less than forty total since Merlin sealed away magic for humans. Maybe one person a century figures out how to do magic, and usually the others track him down and kill him." "Holy shit." Mike shook his head. "That's insane."

I watched as he furrowed his brow in concentration and looked at the numbers. He carefully wrote 792 with a plus sign. "Perfect. Now add them together, and I will show you that I knew the future," I whispered dramatically. Jack went to work, using his fingers to help him add, and without any help from me, he proudly displayed the number 1089. I flipped the ripped piece of paper over, revealing the magic 1089 number I had written to begin with, and Jack clapped his hands in delight. "How'd you do that? You really must be magic!"

Memories of me and Ethan sprawled on my bed or my bedroom floor reading books together, guessing each other’s Hogwarts house. It was Friday afternoon. As the classes were over before noon, I had called Jake over to help me pack all my stuff for the move. Anya would have helped, but she was in her office and had called in to make sure Jake and Andrew were behaving. “Is that Harry Potter?!” Andrew exclaimed, rushing into my room and leaning down to see the books with his big brown eyes. I grinned at him and let him see the books. “My mom gifted it to me when I was ten.”