Harry Potter Padfoot Novels & Stories

emitted Cynthia, " I love reading books and am a big potter head. I love the whole series," said Ada " Oh my god one more common thing again am a potter head too," said Cynthia. " Great am a huff puff and you ?" interrogated Ada " UMMM ...so meet your Ravenclaw friend Ada and who do you crush on," replied Cynthia " Of course Neville Longbottom and whom do you admire," said Ada. " No doubt Draco for life ... By the way good choice."

Flavia's friend did indeed have one with a slim build, while the other had a fuller figure but was slightly shorter than the slender one. "How could you shake hands with them in front of me, giving him your phone number without asking for my permission? You even seemed to forget my presence there. Do you like him? Charmed by his baby face and round glasses? Is it because he looks like Daniel Radcliffe, your and Abigail's beloved Harry Potter?" he asked with a fiery tone. From numbers one and eight to Daniel Radcliffe, a fantastic leap of comparisons. Flavia held back her smile again. "He's my high school friend, Uncle," Flavia answered honestly.

I sigh turning and setting my bag down. “Hedwig I’m home!” I yell. Of course, no one actually answer back, because Hedwig is a build a bear stuffed owl, I had to get him when I saw him. After all he gave his life to protect Harry so I mean I could use someone to do the same for me. I swear I am not crazy.

At the close of school, I stroll into detention and take my seat by the window. Just as I’m about to start doodling in my notebook to pass the time, a ball of paper hits my now-frizzy hair. “Oi, Granger! Didn’t expect you here. Where’s your usual sidekick, Malfoy?” Jeff says, causing everyone in detention to turn to me. “Oh, Jeff, don’t you know? I heard he ran from our dear Odette before her hair could strangle him,” someone else adds.

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I don’t know anything, but I’m still learning.” He reached up and flicked his ear with a smile. “Goblins don’t have pointed ears, we’re also normal-sized, just like you. House elves don’t even exist, so I’m guessing you’re thinking about those little critters from the wizard movies, what are they called?” “Harry Potter, and they were books first. Really good books, by the way, if you’re a reader.” I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. “Muffler breath? Read? Ha! That’s a good one!” Jade said as she set a drink down in front of him.

"You're Peder's son? Does that mean you're here to look for Madam Sawry?" Harry hesitated. "Not Madam Sawry. I'm looking for my grandma." "Your grandma is Madam Sawry," one of the guards answered sinisterly. Then, he waved his hand at Harry and said, "Follow me!"

He calmly said like I was talking to someone with no emotions. "What? I am fighting for that girl...I mean...what if...just what if your friend finds out? You were meant to take care of her not fuck her" I announced on top of my lungs and Harry leans back to his chair. He looked like someone in his savage era totally looking at me like I have lost it. "I intend to make her mine..." He hadn't complete his statement when my hand pushed the cabbage in my hand inside his mouth. "You're a Pedophile"

"The note read, Dear whoever is reading this, you urgently need to get ahold of the police when you find this note, my name is Freya Edwards I'm being held captive by a man called Anthony Richards. He's allowed me to go shopping with him so this was my only chance to ask someone for help, he's keeping us not far from this shop in a huge house, I can't write much as he'll find out but please again give this to the proper people" Jacob finishes reading the letter which makes tears form in Blake's eyes just to hear the words that Freya wrote, but Jacob wasn't finished "we checked the security footage and found this" he says turning a tv on to show an aisle in a shop.

“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?”