Harry Potter Photos Funny Novels & Stories

Smoking and drinking were the least of it. Harry watched me intently. Perhaps the alcohol had taken hold of him, for when he looked into my eyes, he murmured, "You look so much like her…" Her? My gaze fell instantly on the photograph he'd placed on the floor. I'd only managed to glance at it a few times before Harry ran a hand through his hair and quietly ordered me to leave.

I was about to knock when the door suddenly opened on its own Wow! Their door is hightech huh! I just went in and I saw an old man sitting in a chair with his hand on the table. He is old but his complexion does not have any wrinkles. He also sat up straight and his body still looked strong. He looks like the Dumbledore of Harry Potter! His hair is also white and he has a long mustache like dumbledore! Could it be that Dumbledore has a missing twin? Oh my god! I’m getting crazy!

Tove provided a brief explanation. I snorted. Yeah, right. That wasn't possible. I didn't care what kind of magic they thought they had, there was no such thing as moving pictures. I'd seen one picture in my entire life, and it certainly hadn't moved. Unless someone thought the flames eating away at the edges counted as it ‘moving.' "We'll show you. I think Tove has the Harry Potter series," Tag said. "We can start tonight. Give everyone some time to process what's happened."

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.

So I decided to roam around a bit more while finding my way back to the living hall, when something caught my attention. It was a wall with a tree engraved in the middle with many branches propagating all over, and in each end of the branches were hung framed photographs of different people. It was a family tree, almost like the one in Black family from Harry Potter. I smiled. This family just ascended another step in my adore list.

Harrison asked. “The great Alexander Lancaster is actually scared of something like this? So pathetic!” Hazel laughed playfully. She was so amused by this scenario. “Let me add more to his pain.” Harper pressed a button and it sent a meme to Alexander’s account. It was a picture of him and the surprised Pikachu face. Which described his situation perfectly. The kids laughed quietly, they were enjoying it. “He looks so stupid!” Henry exclaimed. “I bet he is fuming with anger right now. His face must be as red as an apple.” Hazel playfully added.

"Hmm... I can’t help but think of some... unusual possibilities." I couldn’t help but laugh, teasing him, "You mean... a closer relationship?" "Bingo!" Harry responded excitedly from the other end of the line. "I even bribed the hotel staff to pretend he was delivering room service. Guess what he saw when he knocked on the door?" I instantly became alert. "What did he see?" We were all on edge, waiting for Harry's answer. Harry lowered his voice, adding a dramatic pause, "The two of them, shirtless... and Fred had some strange marks on his body..." His tone was filled with a mix of mockery and disbelief.

I moved around the office, looking for something to help me understand who the little boy Harry was talking about was. My heart was beating frantically, as I did not want to discover that what I suspected was true. No, it couldn’t be true. Not giving any thought to what Harry was discussing with his beta, I casually opened one drawer. I walked over to a shelf and pulled out a book with a black leather cover. I opened it and could see that it was a photo album. Did Harry have pictures? Aged black and white photographs and several color ones showed a young Harry with a beautiful woman with blonde hair and big green eyes. They were both holding a little boy whose hair was the same color as the

“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.”

Gossip and spectacle—both were instinctive human pleasures. Within hours, Harry's barking had gone viral, not just dominating domestic trending lists but spreading abroad as well. Violinists who had once quit the stage after suffering Harry's insults now felt vindicated, their long-suppressed anger released at last. In just a few hours, Harry's photos and videos had been mercilessly parodied. Some particularly creative netizens Photoshopped his face onto a dog's body and set it to ridiculous background music, leaving people laughing until their sides hurt.