Harry Potter Rap Songs Novels & Stories

Taking a moment to compose ourselves, we whispered the incantation in unison and pointed our wands at the unsuspecting professor. "Rhyme-Rite, Rhyme-Rite, with a sprinkle of fun, Make his words dance, make his speech overrun. Professor Darking, prepare for the twist, Rhyme every word, let hilarity persist!" In an instant, a wave of magical energy swept through the room, engulfing Professor Darking. His words transformed into rhythmic verses, and his sentences began to rhyme with ridiculous ease. "Good day, students," Professor Darking began, a bewildered expression on his face. "Today's topic is potions, but instead of notions, let's talk about lotions!"

"Come on, you have to sleep." Floopy ignored the bat demon. "One last round," he mumbled and looked through the sheet music again. Today was the fifth day and Floopy did a lot of research about rap music. He even thought about the entire choreography for the musical that featured Syris as his muse. This was the theme song and he wanted it to be flawless when he delivered it to Syris.

featuring Tasha and Nicki. “Really Anastasia” Nicholas sighs at my lame choice of music and I could see him instantly regretting his decision. “You’re going to like it” I tell him as I skip to the part with the rap. I take out the straw from my hot chocolate and turn it into my microphone “This is gonna be a long ride” Nicholas mutters and I giggle “I ain’t gotta talk the lord defends me, I watch them all fall for going against me cause me and all my Angels shut the devil up………” I rap.

my voice broke in half. Adamant, he continued, "Yes, you can. You know when the Sorting Hat placed Neville in Gryffindor?" I nodded weakly, slightly amused at how regular he seemed when dropping Harry Potter reference. "That same fat kid slayed a snake seven years later. You're the Neville, Rashid. You can slay your snake, and you will." "It's slew." I sniffed. "Huh?" "Slew a snake, not slayed." "You're fucking hopeless."

His gaze dropped to my hands before he held it in his large ones. "You won't stay..." My cracky voice was laced with exhaustion. "Sleep, Diane" He urged. My heavy eyes went thin as I was still fighting the sleep. "I don't want you to leave too" "Just sleep" He said slowly. I peeped at him through half closed eyes, scared to lose sight of him. He chuckled softly and shook his head before he started to sing. "Now, hush....little baby...." Harry is singing? "Don't you cry...." His voice was hushed, but it was tender and surprisingly melodious. "Everything's gon be alright" The tune was slower than the original song. It sounded soft, with sad emotions heavy in them.

The headmaster stood off to one side, his jaws hanging on the floor. “Close your mouth headmaster.” I grinned and continued singing. We chose random rock songs and some fast paced country songs. When the last bars of the music faded I stepped up to the plate and said “Just a song to make you think over the holiday.” I grinned at the band then we started playing “They gonna clean up your looks, with all the lies in the books to make a citizen out of you, because the sleep with a gun and keep an eye on you son, so they can watch all the things you do.”

The boy continued to count the beats with his hand, up and down. Harry couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face, they sounded amazing together. He found himself also counting the beat along with Jedidiah till Saint’s part ended and he stepped into the room making his presence known. Harry: Like a breeze that gently caresses Like lightly drifting dust You’re there but I can’t touch you stop! You’re like a dream to me Butterfly high All three boys whipped their heads up to look at Harry, Jedidiah smiling, Luca looking like he got caught doing something he shouldn’t, and Williams not missing a beat to continue the song.

You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make till the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the gods above Can separate the two of us I hummed softly along and he looked over at me. "Big fan,huh?" "No, just one of them." I pulled over into the parking lot. "Who's this unlucky guy?" "One, he's not unlucky. Two, it's Harry." We walked towards my locker. "Harry Styles?" "No," I rolled my eyes at him. "Harry Potter." "Haha, really funny." He said as I slammed my locker shut. I turned on my heels and coffee spilled on my shirt. Way to start Friday morning. "Watch the hell where you're going." The voice barked.

He told her si. “I want to thank everyone for coming out and if you’ll move next door and take a seat we’ll get started with a little preview from our junior hip hop group.” We shuffled next door and saw kids lying on the floor with pillows and blankets. Once everyone was seated music starts to play. I knew this song because Mak played it just to irritate me, Bruno Mars, “The Lazy Song.” Why would anybody actually listen to this shit? KJ appeared from behind us and went to where the other kids were laying down. He tried to wake them up, but they just yawned or stretched and went back to sleep. He folds his arms across his chest and stomped in frustration

"No good sittin' worryin' abou' it," he said. "What's comin' will come, an' we'll meet it when it does." — Rubeus Hagrid, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy When I thought it could not get any worse, Mey had proved me wrong. Not only had she broke my heart, but she also had it trampled as well. There was nothing left but sadness, bitterness, and utter disappointment.