Harry Potter: Quidditch Position Novels & Stories

I somehow found my voice and confidents only to ramble like an idiot, I would smack my forehead, but I am just going to act like it was normal and not draw any more attention to it. “So, The Sorcerer Stone?” Okay back to dumb founded as I feel my jaw drop and eyes go wipe at him. “And based off your choice of movie, clothes and glasses I’m assuming you are a true Potterhead. Though for some reason I see you more as a Hufflepuff rather that Gryffindor.” “I… I …. Um…. Huh?” I seem to have lost the ability to speak. Was he a wizard? Did he just do wandless magic? He just chuckles.

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.

Third pov "Look Kova, Quidditch ground model" Vanessa screamed jumping like a little kid while looking at the Quidditch model in front of her. "Clam down nessa" Kova gently murmured to Vanessa who was not listening at all. Vanessa and Kova were wandering around in the harry potter mini-museum that lead the Potterhead to the main theatre where the show was about to be held in 20 minutes, the mini-museum was a surprise for all of them who were about to see the show. Vanessa was excited as hell, looking at the model, the poster, and all to which some people were giving weird looks, some was murmuring CUTE to Vanessa who was thrilled like a kid, kova was a little embarrassed

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

Oliver has tried to convince Harry that it wasn't his place to tell him anything, but my mate is the most stubborn person ever created. He doesn't like to listen to reason. He just likes thinking that everyone is against him. I'm about to sit on one end of the table when Harry beats me to it. I turn around to see that the other end of the long table has been occupied. The only space remaining is the one next to Harry on his right side. Dylan has already taken the left side, with both his siblings on his row. Then, as I sit next to Harry, Sandra and Oliver are by my left-hand side.

"Is it you, Terry?" Terry looked up and was surprised to see that it was Harry. He then questioned his ability to recognize Harry. Harry claimed that he was able to identify Terry not based on his appearance but rather on the manner in which he held the broom. While Terry was still employed as a janitor at Happy Hill, Harry noticed that Terry had a pattern of using his left hand to hold a broom when he was doing his job. Seeing this familiar scene and figure, Harry quickly recognized the familiar person.

"Harry is bouncing in place, eager to see what kind of mischief we can get up to. My home might have been fairly serious growing up, but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t find a few practical spells that I adapted to be a little silly. Not that I would have dared to try any of them. But it was fun to think about. I figure I’ll stick with a potion since that’s something Harry can help with too. It won’t be all that fun for him if I’m the one doing all the work. I start listing ingredients and Harry jumps into action to find them for me. He continues asking questions as he has every other time he’s been in here to make sure he’s doing things right, but he’s got my organisational system down now

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

Harold POV I Harold hades am a proud wizard. I have lived for a century and in everything I do, I do with precision. I have fought wars and i have won. I have faced many formidable enemies and I have won all battles. I am not a failure, I am not a quitter neither am I a coward. I can not sit back whilst I am being insulted by a mere teenager. Even this Azanian has no right to display such prowess in my face.I will not stop until i have won this war. One way or the other, I will find Summer's weakness.