Harry Potter Petunia Novels & Stories

“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?”

This strange flow of life. She looked at him, really looking at him, and she was reminded of Michelangelo’s David once again. “Davey…” Then she named the young man that was now her pet. Unintentionally, she put out her hand and stroked his hair. He bowed his head to her touch. “I like the name. Hello, I’m Davey.” He said while giving her a bright smile. The blow to his head earlier must really have had some damaging effect. It’s that or he has always been fundamentally liberal that even when losing his memories, he still agrees to this…

Henry leaned against the window, sighing lustily as he watched his little Petunia undress. He swallowed when her dress slid down her body, over the sweet curve of her hips and down to her legs. Her house was a few meters away from his condo. He could see her through his window and her floor to ceiling windows as well. Petunia had to be an exhibitionist of some sort. Nothing else could explain why she undressed freely without pulling the blinds and Henry wasn't complaining.

cried Hana who was sitting on her chair and looking at Harry. "But…." Harry had just come to his senses, and he was quick to curse at his stupidity at this point. Harry quickly got up from Hana's bed and looked at the girl. "Han, how about this. I didn't realize that Rita was a bucket!” Hana shrugged and started to turn on the screen in front of her. It made Harry grumpy. This seems to be the reason Hana kicked him. But Harry remembered something, he looked at Hana who was already playing her game. The girl from time to time has always loved games. It never changed and Harry knew it. Harry took a seat next to Hana, staring at the panda eye bags and also Hana's strong body odor. He bet if the

Alice POV Dinner was completely terrible. It was awkward. Rita kept looking at me and Harry as if she knew something happened. I feel terrible. We are in the taxi going to my house when Pat breaks the silence. “So that’s your Harry” - she says “He’s not mine” - I say looking out of the window. “Even a blind person would be able to see your chemistry “ - Pat says and I look at her “What do you mean?” - I ask “He still loves you, and you love him, I don’t know who you’re trying to fool” - Pat says

Harry told her, handing her the bouquet, her slightly hesitate made Tessa nudge her towards Harry and in that split second, Vida wanted to snap at her best friend but held back. “Pink Tulips with a pink ribbon.” Vida breathed staring at it, as she took them from Harry’s hand, Tessa was making hushed shrieking sounds in the background at what was happening. “These are my favorite.” Harry flashed her another smile, “I’m glad you like them, Vida” “Like them?! SHE LOVES THEM!” Tessa blurted out, unable to control herself and Vida had to hush her in annoyance. Her hands shook as she held these tulips, Harry was such a good person, good looking, educated and all that, but she just could not remove

"Didn't you say you never want to see, talk or listen to anything that has to do with he-whose-name-must-not-be-spoken?" "Thank you for the Harry Potter reference, and yes I did say that." I could see her rolling her eyes, exactly the same shade as mine. "And no, I'm not feeling nostalgic. I just want to rip them to shreds and burn them crispy so I that I can forget that tomorrow is the 5th anniversary of the biggest mistake of my life! God, you have the worst taste in friends."

He eyed her seeming to think. “Are you a witch?” “Not exactly. I don’t have the kind of magic some of them do. I deal with herbology mostly, some fungus and the like. Real boring stuff.” She gave a smile, and the mute actually smiled this time as well. “Describe this lily.” The first said and she did. He didn’t seem to know but mute one did. Though she guessed he wasn’t mute anymore, and probably had a name. “That’s the frustimora.” He supplied and a light seemed to go on.

Harry called from behind me. I turned quickly. “Harry! When did you get here?” “A while ago. I went in, and the kids told me you were here.” “Yeah, my mum loved her plants. I have to take care of them since she’s not around.” “You’re doing a good job handling those plants,” he giggled, noticing I had watered the wrong side. I looked down. “Oh, please, Harry,” I smiled, dropping the watering can. “Luna didn’t stop talking about how beautiful the sandals you got her are,” he said, bending down to look at the roses about to bloom.

“You did. But I’m not mad, if that’s what you’re afraid of.” “I wasn’t even aware,” she mumbled behind her hands. “I just remember feeling hot, heart racing, and then… blackout. I’m so embarrassed.” Harry leaned back, a faint smile playing on his lips now. “If it helps… you were adorable. Like a kitten high on catnip.” “Oh my God, don’t compare me to a kitten,” Arabella groaned, her cheeks flaming. “I don’t even know why I acted that crazy.” “Grandpa’s potion is unpredictable,” Harry said, grabbing his coffee. “And you just drank it like it was tea.”