Harry Potter Quotes Happiness Novels & Stories

"How about a decent movie this time?" "Harry Potter?" I ask. His whole face lights up. "I can kiss you right now." He chooses Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, which happens to be both our favorites, and we lean back and watch. I'm really absorbed in the beginning—how could someone ever get bored during a Harry Potter movie?—but then my eyes start to droop. I guess the past day and a half have been a little too exciting for me. Before I know it. I'm out cold.

said Ava in a taunting tone. " That's not the point, girls shouldn't travel alone. They should always be in packs or at least a duo. " countered Ava. "What the hell do you mean? " asked Mandy, sounding stunned. "Haven't you watched or read Harry Potter Mandy?" inquired Tori. "How is that related? " asked Mandy. " Hermione Granger went to the library alone and got stupefied," said Ava. "Katie bell went to the restroom alone and got cursed," added Tori.

he asked again, grabbing my attention. “What if I win? What will I get from this?” I asked back. He sat back comfortably and looked at me intently as if I amused him. He then shrugged his shoulders “Your call. Do anything you want with me; I don’t really care” he said *** Like what I was saying, these guys presence is enough to make the atmosphere in such a low spirit. I wonder if this was what Harry Potter felt when there were dementors around him? And it sucks to think that my thoughts are a mess right now especially when I am usually the one who can’t be swayed by a mere presence.

Slow and wide and already running several steps ahead of the conversation. "Well." Harry pushed off the door frame and walked toward me. "Are we not lucky?" He sat down beside me and leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "The game just got easier," he said. "And messier." The grin deepened. "And so much sweeter."

After the speech, we clicked glasses and drank wine. “Are you happy?” Harry asked me after a while and I nodded. But then again, I shook my head negatively and he raised a brow, “What? Why?” He asked and I replied with all seriousness. “I can't wait to get home and take his clothes off”

Harry says to me in a hurt tone, and I start to blubber. "He doesn't love me, Harry. He doesn't love me." I cry on his chest, and Harry just holds me. "Well, he's an idiot for not loving you. I mean, who wouldn't want to love you? You're intelligent, you're talented, you're funny, you're strong, and most of all, you're the most beautiful person on the entire planet." Harry tells me, and my heart palpitates in joy as my wolf tries to spring up to get closer to Harry.

Indeed, it was only after experiencing such trials that one would learn to cherish and be content with what they had. After all, one will never truly appreciate the happiness they possess unless challenging circumstances befall them. "From now on, every day will be bathed in such light, and life will be this good," Henry said with genuine contentment in his eyes. If he already had so much and couldn't appreciate it, then he truly didn't know how fortunate he was. "Did you tell Shirley about my release?" Harry's expression grew complicated. His swift release had caught him completely off guard, and he hadn't yet figured out how to face Shirley and Felix.

Han Da raised his wine glass to drink, took a deep breath before speaking. - Did you show your disappointed face again? It seems that he just returned from the demon gate but still hasn't left it. - Can you tell me why it's so hard to say a word of my heart? Damn… I'm a coward. The nightclub is shimmering with colorful lights, brandy, loud music, and scattered beauties.

They tasted like beer. “Are you drunk already?” He chuckled. “On half a beer? No.” “So, you’re just being overly charming, laying it on thick.” My eyes narrowed. “What are you up to?” He quirked his brow at me. “What I am up to is cloud-fucking-nine, because I haven’t felt this good or been this happy in years. If I seem drunk, it’s because I’m drunk on happiness and…giddiness. I’m giddy.”

Perhaps, he can use that very emotion against her. “I know Crystal since I found her; she wont abandon us for some petty puppy love.” Harry commented, distaste filled his mouth. “Now that she’s won, best we give her… a congratulatory gift. You remember that Crystal always loved your croissants, right?” he inquired, his eyes holding some kind of glint in them.