Harry Potter Rapper Novels & Stories

Harry explained. "Wait a minute! Why healer, didn't Sarra say a doctor?" Han deliberately held back Harry's steps. "He is indeed a medical graduate, but has another ability in removing the effects of poison." Han was still digesting it. "Don't worry! I'll accompany you all the way through." Harry put on a smile that, for some reason, Han didn't like, "I'll go in first. We'll be leaving in thirty minutes!" He pressed the pin of his apartment, leaving Han frozen at the door.

Man, they were were as cold as ever, also hypnotizing as fuck. "Harry" His name dropped from my mouth in a whisper, and with the way he looked at me darkly, I just knew tonight was about to get insane. I'm gonna have to start drinking now.

Harry chimed in, “That’s not sharing. You’re a whole kidnapper, Alex” I couldn’t help but laugh. Larry and Harry’s energy and upbeat presence made me forget my sour mood from earlier. I wondered if all the members of the wrestling team were always this friendly and lively. “Where was I?” Harry asked and turned his attention to me, “My name is Harry Davenport” We shook hands and he smiled at me. He was very handsome in a childlike kind of way. He was definitely in his twenties but he looked nineteen. “Nice to meet you, Harry”

The crowd quieted down to a low hum. ​He stepped up to the mic, his breathing heavy. ​"This one’s for the Princess," he said, his voice low and gravelly, echoing through the speakers. "The one who should really escape the tower." ​The room went into a frenzy of whispers. Who is he talking about? Is it a song for a girlfriend? ​Harry’s eyes found mine again. He started to strum, a beautiful, haunting melody filling the room. He sang about breaking free, about expectations, and about taking a chance when everyone expects you to fail. Every word felt like a secret message delivered straight to my face.

Storm asked boredly. "Trash." They all said and I agreed. "That shit is so overrated bro." Tyler said and I nodded in agreement. "Gas or trash Harry Potter?" Tyler asked in distaste. "Gas." Cole and I said while everyone else said trash. "Bro Harry Potter?" Tyler asked Cole. "Harry Potter is elite. Liv changed my mind, honestly." He said and I smiled at him. "When?" Griff asked in confusion. "That shit's just as overrated as Wednesday." Griff said tiredly.

His hair was dark and messy, his ears were pierced, he had these deep brown eyes, and yes, a sleeve of tattoos running down his arm. "Guys, this is my band-mate Noah. Noah, meet Cole and Kara," Elle motioned her hand around us. Noah kept his gaze on me. "Kara, what a beautiful name," he said and I noticed that he had an English accent. "You sound like Harry Potter," Cole slurred. He could be really dumb when he was drunk. "Oh, well, I am from Hogwarts," Noah replied. I didn't know why but I found this funny. A smile escaped my lips and Noah noticed it.

She faked a cry. "Shut up! I said shut up!" I raised my voice again and she sobbed like she was in pain. If anyone had been in my shoes, they would have fallen for her trap. But who she is kidding? I'm Harry, the legend of every girl's dream boy who never falls for another trap. "Listen, bitch!! If I ever see you cross my life, just consider you would lose everything. I mean it, So don't play with me ever." I warned and stormed out of the bar.

"What the fuck is funny? Know what? I'm not doing this." "Oh, I like you. I don't trust in soul mates but you. I like you a lot,” He reiterated, bobbing his head with consent "Bye." "I am Harper. Harper Kennedy. I don't know your name yet, but if you consider screwing the entire world over and not giving a damn, I can help you. We have the same look and I believe you and I will get along nicely. Just a few hours, you look like a guy with nothing left to lose."

He freaking wrote a song for me. Actions. Harry is not all talk. Zion’s voice echoes through my ears and it makes me smile. Harry started plucking strings of the guitar for his intro and it gave me old school vibe from it, “Same lips red, same eyes blue. Same white shirt, couple more tattoos. It’s not you and it’s not me. “ I watch how he lick his lips before continuing to sing, “Taste so sweet, look so real. Sounds like something that I used to feel, but I can’t touch what I see.”

And right at that moment, his eyes were looking at everywhere else but mine. "Harry," I called in my calmest voice. "Tell me how did you get involved with this man." "You can call me Ryker." He said. "I didn't ask for your name. I will call you man." I snapped with an eye roll before focusing back on Harry. "I...used his bike...and ended up breaking the headlight." I still found myself calm. "Okay. And how did you get his bike?"