Harry Potter Rapper Novels & Stories

“I do not know, Autumn, I suck at this. You should buy one of those Baby Names books when the time comes.” Autumn finally cracked and laughed. “I was joking when I asked you but now that you seemed to give it a thought. How about boys? What would you name a baby boy?” “This one’s easy,” I smirked. I loved how random our talks were sometimes. “Aragorn from Lord of The Rings, Niklaus, and Kol from The Originals, Ash aka Ashley Williams from The Evil Dead Trilogy, Yoda from the Star Wars cos he’s a legend, Mr. Deadpool aka Wade Wilson, and last but not least, Severus Snape from Harry Potter because he made me believe in true love with his amazing one-word quote: always.” I took a deep breath, f

It could have been much worse. It's time to end all this crap ... Harry's visit dispelled the last doubts and now she will act. The son of a bitch showed up early in the morning to show her a tape of Run Up My Galaxy where Louis cut himself on a whim. The cell trembled in the hands of the one who filmed and uploaded the video to the network, but it was visible enough for Kit to have a nauseous knot in her stomach. Her poor little sun… Harry, the filthy creature, plays with them all like dolls… He stood, grinning mockingly, watching her reaction… and she watched him. And now he no longer doubts.

He was on his phone, typing away, and hadn’t noticed us. "Excuse me, is this place open?" Harry stepped forward to ask. The kid looked up, furrowed his eyebrows, and then widened his eyes like he recognized him. "Harry Hopkins?" the boy asked. Harry looked over at me. Ever since the end of his career, his fame had died down and he wasn’t used to being recognized in public. "Yeah, that’s me." Harry rubbed the back of his neck. "I’m a swimmer," the kid pointed at himself. "I got into California University on a sports scholarship because I’m a swimmer. I plan to go into the Olympics. You’re my hero."

"I nearly lost my sister. And then I ... I nearly..." Dean cupped his face and made him look at her. “Listen to me. You are nothing like them. I said no, and you stopped. Do you think either of them would have?” He looked away from her in shame and she turned his head back to look at her. “You made the conscious decision, not to be like them. You like Harry Potter?” “Yeah.” He mumbled. “You just told the sorting hat, not Slytherin.” “Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?”

"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.

Raiden. We entered the store when the girl Raiden bribed for a date glared at me. Excuse me?! Excuse you! What did I do?! "She's got one hell of a competition, oopsies!" Ione whispered. This girl! "Shut up Ione!" I rolled my eyes for the nth time. "Guys, what's your avatar name?" Ione asked them. "Harry Styles." Harry said nonchalantly. "HAHHAHAA Really? The Harry Styles? What originality!" I bursted into laughter because of how creative he is, jeez! "You, Arthur?"

Thug One nods his dark, closely cropped head. “Dandridge is coming with us,” he says in a deep voice that one would expect from someone his size. Harry slowly lowers the bat and takes two steps in my direction. I keep my pepper spray trained on him because he’s still got the bat. The buckets of sweat dripping off Harry’s face are telling and there’s a good chance he might pee his pants any second. His willy is still hanging out and this is not something I care to see.

Sophia nodded happily and started making her way out of the club. When the waiter came to collect their bill, he looked at Harry inquisitively. "This is all for me?" "Yeah," Harry answered. The waiter looked shocked. "But Mr. Potter-" "Harry is fine," Harry interjected, smiling at the waiter. The guy looked even more taken aback. "Right. Harry Potter sir." "Good night everyone," Harry said with a wave. "Good night," Sophia repeated, walking to catch up with him. They walked outside together in comfortable silence. Harry stopped and lit a cigarette as soon as they stepped outside of the restaurant. "How was it?" Sophia asked, knowing full well it wasn't just any restaurant. They were famous a

However, Harry looked down at me from above with cold eyes. “Hailey Rane, I think you’re quite useless. Don’t you know how to put on a good show? Since you like slacking off so much, then you can just stay with the crocodiles.”

The group of men filter behind the grizzly bear in front of us. Gee-gee lets out an over exaggerated laugh. “Oh, I’M SORRY, I must be misunderstanding you. Did you just call your FUTURE QUEEN a mud-blood?” Before he can respond she continues. “What is this? Fucking Harry Potter?” The man sniffs his nose before spitting on the ground in front of me. “She’s no future Queen of mine.” The men behind him yell out their agreement. I take a step closer to the man and give him a sinister smile. “What is your name, sir?” I bat my eyes at him.