Harry Potter Profiles Novels & Stories

CARINA As soon as I got in the house, I saw him seated on the couch in the living room smoking. This got me really surprised because the Harry I know would never go near smoke. This is not the man I used to call my best friend. Harry has changed a lot since I met him. He's suddenly so wealthy, he's violent and now he even abducts people just to get what he wants. That's not the sweet, loving and caring Harry I used to know.

I couldn’t place it, not with my head spinning and my body screaming in pain. But his eyes—those dark, intense eyes peering through the mask—hit me like a shock. They looked like his. Professor Kai’s! Oh ...hell no, I'm tripping. Professor Kai is definitely still in school, and why the hell would Professor Kai be dressed like this. The shape, the way they burned into me, like they could see right through my soul. And his build—tall, lean, powerful—it was so much like Kai’s, too. But that couldn’t be right. Could it?

Harry answered. “Do you usually examine every lady that you meet or you have had contact with because from what I have heard you say about me that is all true?”Tamara asked. Harry did not expect such a question. He glanced at her shortly and looked forward as he was driving. He cleared his throat, “I don't go looking into the profiles of all the ladies I meet. I have far more important things to do with my life, not stalking women,”Harry said. Tamara laughed sarcastically “and why did you look deeper into my profile aren't you afraid that I might not be who you think I am? Or I made an impression on you and somehow you like me,”Tamara giggled as she winked at him. “You can admit it, I won't

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

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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.

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.

he said. My brows furrowed. “Do you suddenly care about me?” “If you have a scar on your face from Caelthorn–” I rolled my eyes. Of course, this was still about his pack. “Your reputation will be ruined. I understand.” *** “That was the best thing I ever watched!” Harry exclaimed. Harry was one of the cooks. He was actually from a Beta family that had been framed and exiled, and then ended up here with his parents in the Caelthorn pack.

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.