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Although Harry was angry that Edwin had placed him under house arrest, he still happily shared the photos with the butler and asked, "Look at the photos. Do they look like each other?" The butler held Harry's phone, looked at the photos carefully for a while, and replied in a trembling voice.

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

I've spent hours studying to nail the geometry test today, I deserved to have fun tonight. ⚯͛ ϟ △⃒⃘ Once we got to the party, I immediately went to the corner and pulled out the Harry Potter book that I had hidden inside my bag. What was more fun than rereading Harry Potter? I was in the middle of the part where Snape went to the Shrieking Shack when I felt someone was looking over my shoulder, reading the lines on the book with me. Shutting the book close, I finally turned, ready to shout 'go away!' like what Moaning Myrtle had said to Tom Riddle, but I lost my footing and stumbled right into a solid wall of muscles.

I might be ogling him because he smirks . " Like what you see?" My jaw drops to the floor and my eyes wide with a blush on my cheeks . Harry chuckles at my reaction . " well , i can send you a picture of me ,if you like and you can make it your wallpaper ?" "Harry!" i shriek and hit him on his chest . " So , what were you doing ?"

“How do you even come up with these things?” Harry grinned proudly, leaning back in his chair. “It’s a gift, really. I consider myself a prank prodigy.” “Prodigy or not, you’re going to get expelled one of these days,” Lucas said, his voice light but laced with warning. “And I'm not going to help you this time if anything happened.” “This time?!” I questioned and Harry snorted, shrugging his shoulders. Next, he waved Lucas off. “Nah, they love me. Besides, someone’s got to keep things interesting.”

“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.

But if a seven-year-old wanted to read the entire Harry Potter series in a week, Kiara was not going to discourage it. Kiara’s blue eyes flicked over to where her niece leaned against the trunk of the sugar maple tree with green leaves and small greenish yellow flowers above her. She sat on grass that was already lush and green thanks to the pack Omega’s and city maintenance crews. Unlike her sister’s unruly curls, Marie had straight dark auburn hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her bright warm honey eyes devoured the words on the page in front of her. In her young mind, Marie wore Hogwarts robes that were in the Ravenclaw colors. In reality, she wore knee length khaki shorts and a pur

Instead, I pad across the room and find the body lotion on the nightstand, sitting next to the photograph I pulled out before I'd showered. Harry stares up at me from the frame, his blue eyes holding that particular quality of mischief that made him dangerous and irresistible in equal measure. He's beautiful in the photograph: all sharp features and that rare smile he reserved for moments when he thought no one was looking. But the smile in this picture is different. It's genuine. It's the smile he gave me in our last week together, before Dakor decided that Harry's existence was something that needed to be erased. My hands start shaking.

"No, Paul. There's nothing going on between me and any athlete." God, it even sounds like a lie. "Not that I'd have anything against it," Paul says with a sigh of relief that I can hear through the speaker. "But have you seen the pictures published by Sports Channel One?" My other hand clenches around the tablet I'm holding, and I look down at the screen showing a crystal-clear photo of me, Jaxon, and Harry at the aquarium. Harry is perched on Jaxon's broad shoulders, his face lit up with more joy than I've seen since his last birthday. That's saying something, considering Harry gets excited about everything from ice cream to finding a cool rock.

Before a bunch of girls busted in through the door, their yelling marking their signature entrance. "He was like damn, like he been robbed but he can't do shit" A lady that quite frankly resembled Tiffany Haddish yelled as she walked to Harry. "He was like nine, nine" Another sickly mimicked as they threw shopping bags unto the table. "Hey girls" He greeted before they pulled up some nicely packed wad of cash from their pockets, handing it over to him. "Why do I smell some kind of fetish here?" I asked, prompting them to stare at me.