Harry Potter Passwords Novels & Stories

The password box appears, blinking expectantly. I don’t need to go rummaging through his sock drawer or checking the backs of old sticky notes to find his list of passwords. I already know the key to his entire digital life. It’s a sequence he hasn't changed since we were college sweethearts: *I_Love_Genny*.

Alexander might be sinister, but he sure as fuck is dumb. She settled on a chair and placed the laptop on her hand, opening it. She turned it on and beamed when it came to life. Now she just had to crack the password. She typed in a series of cliché things, which all came out as wrong. It kept repeating that it needed an 11-character input. She deliberated for a moment, and then a sudden, weird thought popped into her head that made her eyes widen. She turned on the caps lock and inputted *I HATE JULIAN*.

We didn't have time to try to open the folder by trying random passwords, and although I knew the chances of finding the correct password were slim, I started trying, worried that this idiot might try to recover the phone before Adrian had time to hand it over to the hacker. I tried obvious passwords, like William's birthday, mixed numbers, his mother's name, and other names I saw on his F******k profile. Nothing worked, as expected. Until finally, I tried the same password he used to access F******k and boom! The folder opened, unbelievably.

he raved. I sighed. He made a grand point. I reluctantly handed him my phone. “The password is ILUVC@RSON4EVER.” “Should I be worried about a Carson? Is he like your college lover or something?” He wondered. Of course his mind would sink to the gutter like that. “He's a character from my favourite book.” “Lame,” he shook his head. “My password is 12345.” “Seriously, that's it?” What a simpleton. I shook my head.

The code read the wrong password after Lucy had typed “yes” “What the hell?” Joe yelled. “He must have changed the password” Lucy guessed. “How could he?” Joe yelled in disappointment. His body began to shiver when the atmosphere wasn't even cold. “Wait!” “Yes?” “Let me try the password in small letters” Lucy suggested. “Please do that” Joe pleaded. He was running out of time to save his sister, and they was no way to disclose that to Lucy. “The small letters did not work, he has changed his password” Lucy announced.

Melissa says and folds her arms. Zoey itched her hair as she thought of a possible passcode. Infact Stacey has never been a fan of password and if she ever has one it would be easy to decipher. She tried her birthday year and sighed as it didn't unlock. Melissa exchanged looks with her. "How about her grad year, she had used that once you know" she suggested and Zoey smiles. "That should work!" She voice out and punched in the password. "Shit!" She cussed as it declined access again.

She did not set a password, so Harry easily clicked in. He checked all her social media, and there was nothing suspicious. He didn't find anything until he clicked in her text message record...

The moment she saw the laptop in Stanley’s hand, her face lit up. “You found it!” “Yeah,” I said, setting it on the coffee table but I didn’t exactly mention the state of her place. She sat forward, reaching for the laptop with almost reverent care. She powered it on and we bot stood behind watching her do something that made her happy.. but the moment she was greeted with the lock screen and a blinking password box, her smile faltered. “What’s your password?” Stanley asked, leaning over her shoulder. Serena chewed her lip. “Uh… try ‘coffeequeen.’ Or maybe ‘serena88.’ Oh! Or ‘DominicIsAJerk.’”

"I'm really having to organize everything before I can start sorting through his finances. This may take longer than I thought." After lunch we resume our individual tasks. The third book I look at, one of the neurology textbooks Uncle Harry wrote, has two folded sheets of paper in it. I unfold them and read what looks like passwords or codes. One says, NEUROSUBMITTRANS and then NST1001#HD after it and the other one looks like a combination: 47-63-95-20. I get excited thinking, here's the hidden stuff I was talking about, if I could only figure out what it means.

“What? Why?” I raised the gun to his forehead, his surprised eyes tracing it. He stilled. “I’m not joking,” I said. “Unlock the damn phone.” “Can you…let me down so I can…” “No. Say the password.” He stared at me like I’d lost my mind. “Shit. You think I’m the one behind all this creepy crap?” “Password,” I repeated, leaving no room for hesitation. “Okay—okay! It’s ‘JEREMIAH.’”