Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Profile Pictures

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

harry broke the silence. harry: " why did you lie about your name???" me: " huh that.. hmm actually my dad doesn't want me to say my name in outside.. he... he wants to keep my profile low.. " harry: " reason?? " me: " ahh I too don't know.. I never asked him.. " harry: " why?? "

Wearing his cute kindergarten uniform to his baby pictures, Alice was fully entertained. It was until she flips on the second last page is when she sees Harry at the family fountain. He looks like he was around 6 to 7 when a young girl his age was beside him. Standing and smiling, happy to be beside Harry seeing her eyes was on him the entire time. Caramel-brown hair, baggy but expensive-looking clothes, nerdy exterior... It didn’t take her long to realize that the feature of the girl is definitely... “Is this girl Emily? The one next to Harry? Do you know her?”

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace. Reaching the seventh floor corridor, I paused outside the Room of Requirement, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Then, with a trembling hand, I knocked three times. The door swung open and there he stood - Harry Potter himself, glasses glinting in the candlelight. His black hair was messier than usual, like he'd run his fingers through it a hundred times. The white shirt hugged his lean chest and his dark jeans clung to his hips. He was gorgeous.

Sienna rubbed her nose, lifted her head, and saw a handsome and demon-like face. Harry was really like a demon, and he was also a demon that people could never get tired of seeing! His beautiful pair of dark and deep eyes were seductive. He had thin red lips, and the corners of his mouth were curled into a reserved, detached, dangerous, yet charming smile. It was just that… Based on his posture, he seemed to be waiting for her here on purpose. Sienna put her cell phone in her pocket and greeted him, “It’s been a long time, Master Harry. Have you been well?”

"Nothing, pretty much you and Harry!" Arosh unexpectedly woke up and sat on the bed. "What did you say? About us?" Arosh's eyes extended at what she heard. "Indeed, somebody posted an image of you and him presently spread on different F******k accounts, open your F******k you can see it." Said Fanky. "What?! What picture?" Arosh inquired. "The primary picture that came out was that you both turned your backs, going into Harry's room." Said Arosh.

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

Taking a deep breath, I swipe right. I continue on, and also swipe right on three other men. One mentions Slytherin—I decide not to tell Charlie, who told me to only date Hufflepuffs—one mentions he has a beagle, which is my favorite breed, and the third also has a photo of him with a dog and, in the background, a World of Warcraft poster. All three of them are smiling and are normal looking, maybe seven out of ten, which is what I consider myself to be, so hopefully they’re not out of my league.

I directly went to Harry’s profile and saw his recent post that was posted an hour ago. He was with a platinum blondie in a pub. She looked gorgeous. I won’t shine even a bit when I stood in front of her. Harry wrapped his arm over her shoulder whereas that girl wrapped her both the hands around his torso from a side. I threw my cell phone looking at it. If she were in front of me then she would have gone blind definitely with my punch on her eyes. I know I was being cruel but she was so close with him and I couldn’t see them like that. I heard a notification sound of my cell phone and I took it. I saw Harry’s reply to my text which I sent few hours ago.