Harry Potter Reacts Novels & Stories

Instead, I bury my nose in her hair and breathe her in — vanilla and flowers and Mel — and I let out a quiet, defeated sigh. I am so fucked. I flick on the TV and start scrolling, not really seeing anything, until I land on Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. Also known as Philosopher’s Stone, depending on which corner of the planet you grew up in — don’t ask me why that matters right now, but my brain needs trivia. Sleep is a joke at this point. The room is saturated with everything Mel — her scent, her breathing, the echo of what we just shared. The images are burned into my head — the way her body responded, the way she cried out my name like it mattered. Like I mattered. Her soft conf

“You did. But I’m not mad, if that’s what you’re afraid of.” “I wasn’t even aware,” she mumbled behind her hands. “I just remember feeling hot, heart racing, and then… blackout. I’m so embarrassed.” Harry leaned back, a faint smile playing on his lips now. “If it helps… you were adorable. Like a kitten high on catnip.” “Oh my God, don’t compare me to a kitten,” Arabella groaned, her cheeks flaming. “I don’t even know why I acted that crazy.” “Grandpa’s potion is unpredictable,” Harry said, grabbing his coffee. “And you just drank it like it was tea.”

Am I right, Harry? When Harry found out about this, he was shocked for a considerable amount of time, and when he finally spoke, he said in a chilly tone, "What a waste of time. I pulled the porcelain pot out of Christian's hand for you so that you might use it to hurt me and Terry. Now go ahead and do it!

I hid my face in the pillow. Abruptly, I heard a loud thud. I pulled my head up and swivelled it. The door was on the ground and Harry was glaring at me.

Alive. "Okay, just fine," Harry chuckled, rubbing his fat hands. “Now let’s see what your puppies say…” For a few minutes, Harry typed intently, snorted, then began to laugh, reading aloud especially liked moments. And then something pissed him off. He didn't say what, just slammed the laptop shut, tossed it on a chair, and looked at Kit with eyes filled with malice. Probably, according to the rules of the game, now he will begin to punish her?

" Would you even be standing here if I had blown up the house?" He crossed his arms over his chest, a smug tugging at one side of his lips. " Yeah right, all thanks to Merlin who showed up to fix everything with just a simple magic trick," I playfully winked at him then moved my gaze to mom whose mouth was agape. " With the second help of my beloved friend, Harry Potter,”

'Told you there'd be consequences' That voice in my head reminded me and the other pissed part of me wants to yell at it to fuck off, but instead I smiled sarcastically at my pathetic self and shook my head. "Come on" Harry said and I looked back to see that he had followed me out. "Are you gonna be riding your bike?" I asked. "Yeah" He simply answered. "Then I'm not following you" I stated. "Why? Cause I'm gonna be riding my bike?" "Yes" I responded firmly. And also cause I'm upset and can't stay around him for now to accept his stupid attitudes again. Who kisses a girl and just acts so emotionless afterwards? Harry Michaelson does that.

Especially for one person. "SERENE!!!!" Harry shouted on the top of his lungs. Serene unhurriedly left Soham's neck. Soham's stiff body which was loosened a little by her distance, again got stiff hearing Harry's shout. He instantly looked at Serene direction. He felt helpless and deceived right away when he saw her smirking smile at him. He knew what was coming for him next. And also what just passed. Revenge. Roy covered his eyes. Varun couldn't help but clap for them. Whereas Bhumit's attention was more on Harry's emotion.

I slowly nodded, not trusting my voice not to break right now. “Want to see if Chris is down for a movie marathon tonight? I’ll buy the snacks,” I could hear the smile in his voice, “It’ll be just like old times.” Chris was sitting in the row behind us, surely a middle finger to my mother. “Did I hear movie marathon and Chris?” his voice sounded from behind me. “Harry Potter?” “Hell yes!” Chris whisper-yelled, causing my mothers head to spin around like something straight out of a movie. If looks could kill; Chris would have been dead the moment her eyes met his.

It is hard to chew it as I try my best to smile innocently at Sky who sighs and pokes my full cheeks, commenting that I look like a chipmunk. “Option one from about two hundred and fifty years ago, the Harry Potter Series.” Lia chimes in, motioning the pile of seven movie sitting on the edge of the coffee table. I laugh, watching as Lia begins to take the first movie – Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone. I movie full of magic and a revolution at the end. Seems fitting to what I am dealing with right now. “What the other option?” Sky asks, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pressing a kiss on my forehead.