Harry Potter Quotes Quotes Novels & Stories

“Harry…” “Do you want me to come to your hotel again? Look at you, a shameless toad lusting after a swan. Do you even look at yourself in the mirror? With such a big and abnormal potbelly that jiggles disgustingly, a fat face and body that stink. Do you think you are anything special? If it weren’t for your money, no one would spare a glance at you. How dare you tell me to come over after tricking me and acting so wickedly to me? So disgusting!” Harry disparages coldly.

"Mind if I sit down?" "No, not at all." Travis walked around and sit on the bench opposite me. He took up the book that I rested on the table earlier and read the title out loud. "'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'." He looked up at me. "So, you like Harry Potter?" "Who doesn't?" I say with mock horror, crossing my arms in the process. He held up his palm in defence. "You're not getting any argument from me here." "Good," I said in the same playful, defensive tone.

• When i get inside my house,i make an ice coffee with popcorns to watch Harry Potter. I'm basically obsessed with Harry Potter.Like first of all,how is Tom Riddle so hot? I know he's a Villain and very toxic but if he gave a chance i would take it. Anyway,I call Kayla to check if she's arrived at her house already or not. "Hey Kayla" "Hey wassup"She said with her chirpy cheery tone. "Are you alone?" "Yea why?" "I was talking to Hayden like asking him some questions and now he's mad at me...I don't even know what i did to make him so pissed at me."

“So if it’s granny, you are okay but if it’s me, you are not okay. You are insulting me. After all, I’m not a typical bad boy.” Haha! Nice joke. But I didn’t get laugh. You are the perfect example of the bad boy yet you are saying you are not. Thinking that, I rolled my eyes. Harry kept blabbering “You are insulting me. You are insulting Zach and Charlotte’s son. You are insulting Abi's grandson. You...” “Stop!” I shouted. I let out a sigh frustratingly and said “Fine! Granny you take rest. Harry will accompany me.” Harry smirked looking at me and started showing me the building.

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

Not that I let it stop me. “Well… not anymore. But I’m careful. I keep the hospital on speed dial and make sure there are various healing potions around that have been thoroughly tested.” I answer. Damn it, I sound like I’m making excuses. I sort of am, I know it isn’t safe to test potions alone. Harry walks beside me in silence for a minute before he says anything. “Well, in that case, I’m saying not anymore to YOUR not anymore. Next time you decide to do something reckless, I’ll be your back up. Okay?” He demands.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

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.

It’s dangerous yet I find myself wanting those captivating eyes to never look away. It frightens me to my core and I panic. “My real name is Harry and I come from a hidden world known as Hogwarts. My grandmother is Gandalf.” I sound stupid, I’m so stupid. The fumbling words leave my mouth before I can control them. I expect confusion from him, or maybe he’d look at me like I am some weirdo, but…he laughs. He laughs out freely. The laughter stems deep from within him, rich with real cheerfulness. As always, I’m entranced by it. The wind picks up the sound fast, playing it in the air.

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.