Harry Potter Reacts Novels & Stories

Harry goes to his desk, takes his phone, and then takes my hand and pulls me out of the office as if he were possessed. Harry's attitude is making me nervous, and a thousand things go through my head, but I don't know what's so special about that gift. [End of flashback] "Girl, it's time to wake up. Please don't do this to me. I knew I shouldn't have let her ride that bike for hours!" A distant crying makes my headache worse, and I groan in pain. I raise my voice, asking them to keep quiet, as my head could explode at any moment.

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:12 AM Erik commented and continued to watch, as an eerie and raspy voice ordered Quirrel to 'use the boy'. Quirrell then ordered the boy to look at the mirror. Mr. Potter then stood in front of the mirror and Erik paused again. He quickly positioned himself behind the boy and 'unpaused' the memory. He watched as the boy's reflection took a red ruby-like stone from its pants' pocket, showed it to him, gave him a wink and put the stone back in the pocket. Mr. Potter then, as sneaky as an elephant in a china store could be, checked his pocket and noticed the bulge in it. But the stupid professor didn't seem to notice.

Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore. Morgan raised his hand to wipe away her tears; he just couldn't keep seeing her crying so hysterically and heartbroken. But when she saw his action, she flinched and backed away from him with her eyes filled with fear. His pupils shrank violently as he stared at her. ‘She was afraid of him. Did she think he would hurt her?’ He thought.

While Harry was sitting calmly and seeing this, she was now getting angry as to how he could sit so calmly. "Don't you think you should do something?" She stood over Harry's head. "What can I do?" He shrugged his shoulders and said. And she sat on the bed next to him and started crying, but then her eyes fell on his skin, his color was becoming completely normal. All traces had almost disappeared. She looked up and saw Harry sitting on the couch laughing. "Didn't I say it! You don't know the body of aliens. You don't know anything, that's why I was saying ``relax".

I’ve never been so goddamn useless. "Make it stop, Mommy!" Harry screams, his voice breaking into a sob that tears my heart in half. "Please make it stop! It hurts!" The claws dig into my skin through my pajama pants as his body convulses again, and this time I see something that makes my stomach drop to the floor. I see movement under his unbuttoned shirt, his bones actually shifting and reshaping beneath his skin, rolling like serpents near his ribs and chest. The only thing I can do? I can only hold Harry. I can only…

Got it," I said calmly. I lowered my head and continued shaking the rattle in front of Harry. Harry burst into bright, carefree laughter. He looked just like an angel. All grudges had settled into dust. The evil had faced the consequences of their actions. Meanwhile, I was already experiencing the greatest joy in the world. This was enough.

Harry replied calmly. "What about Felix's death? Don't you feel the slightest remorse, guilt, or even heartbreak?" Henry kept his gaze fixated on Harry's face. However, he didn't detect any of the emotions he'd just mentioned. It surprised him. He had only met Felix several times, yet he still felt upset upon hearing about his death. How did Harry manage to be so indifferent? Could it be that he was already incapable of having such emotions? Harry merely averted his gaze and said flatly, "Even if I feel heartbroken or remorseful, I can't change anything now that things have come to this."

But instead, he sprinted right past me, making a beeline for Sally who was still smiling. The crowd gasped in surprise as Harry grabbed Sally's face and kissed her deeply. The cheerleading team cheered even louder, while I stood there, stunned. What was happening? What the hell was happening? Why the fuck was Harry kissing her! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! As I watched Harry kiss Sally, a strange sensation burned within me. It was as if a flame had ignited in my chest, spreading a warm, uncomfortable feeling throughout my body. I felt my face grow hot, my eyes narrowing as I struggled to comprehend why I was reacting this way.

I rolled my eyes. The ritual went on, the chanting growing louder and bouncing through the quiet forest. Harry lay still on the wooden planks, and for a moment, nothing happened, he didn't react like he did in the first ritual. Then, his claws suddenly shot out, only to pull back just as fast. I raised an eyebrow. It looked like he’d been practicing, learning to control his shifts. I felt a small spark of pride, though I’d never say it out loud. At least something was going right for once.