Harry Potter Reader Insert Novels & Stories

I'm reading Harry Potter on the couch, at Ana's insistence. Despite my first impressions of the book, mainly that it seemed geared toward children and not me, Harry Potter is turning out to be a very interesting read. I can't really relate to the main character missing his parents, but I can relate to his dislike for his living family members and his joy at leaving them behind and making new, unexpected friends. Sensing that it must be late, I check the time and see that it's 11:30, much later than Ana is usually out in the living room. I glance over at the table to see her head nodding at the same tempo as the foot-tapping. She is still intent on the Glock. I wonder if she realizes how late

But the statement seemed to have given her just the strength she needed, as she rose from the bed, and headed for the bathroom. Thirty minutes later, Phoebe returned, looking so refreshed you'd hardly know she'd been in tears. She got dressed in a baggy polo and short pants. While she searched the room for a pin to adjust her shorts that was a little bigger than her at the waist, she caught sight of a novel, which made her lips curl up in a smile. One of the seven series of Harry Potter’s books _Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. She’d just finished with the first series back home and as luck would have it, that was the next one on the line. Her stomach growled but she ignored it, know

My voice did not shake. The man tilted his head. He didn't have a face, just a shifting darkness where his features should be. "You can call me the Reader," he said. His voice sounded like paper rubbing together. "I am the one who pays for the ink. I am the one who decides if your story ends here or keeps going." Bryan stepped in front of me, his hand on his pistol. "He’s another code, Hazel. Don’t listen to him." The Reader laughed. It was a dry, thin sound. "A copy thinks he has a choice. How cute."

"He'll be wearing a microphone as well. You'll hear everything, Harry. Just wait. It would come very soon " Harry moves vigorously and the silver cuts deeper into his skin. "What should I wait for…?" his eyes move about the room frantically as if searching for an answer to his question "You can stop it anytime," I remind him, taking my seat again. "Just agree to my terms." "Stop what…" he asks again in uncertainty "Ugh… Harry, do not spoil the fun! Just wait!" I snap and that seems to do the trick and keep his mout shut For a moment, there's nothing but radio noise from the device. Then comes the sound of a heavy door opening, footsteps, and finally, Alora's voice. Beautiful

Anything" Abel was trying to slide down from his mom's embrace, Eva saw this and put him down, I kneen down so I can have the same height as little Abel. "Anything you want" "Will you read for me then?" Abel asked while looking at me with that puppy eyes, how can I say no? "Of course, I will, but what you want me to read?" I asked while patting his head. "HARRY POTTER" Oh, look like we have another Potterhead in the family.

The sun was out, and the weather was beautiful. A contrast to the storm brewing inside the house. I signed and leaned against Mum’s grave as I continued reading Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince since it had been one of her favourite books when she was alive. I hadn’t been a big fan of books and only read because of Mom. I read about seven chapters before I got tired, so I closed the book and lay down on the well-trimmed grass beside her grave. Weird, I know but it always calmed me down to be this close to her.

I cannot read the words, they are quite confusing ," I replied. She sighs and beckons me to sit on the bed next to her. "Say after me , Gardenia sorcery spell book of magic . "Gardenia sorcery spell book of magic," I repeated and the book glowed brightly. Another page opened and it wrote welcome . "You can flip through the pages yourself now , she said . I was scared at first but decided to do it anyway ,so I opened another page . "simple spells I read and flip through . "Urm miss book , aren't I supposed to have a wand or something,I asked and heard her sigh .

Prepare a soft chamomile for him to drink and bring me the first volume of Harry Potter, I will find a way to read something to him so that his memory is anchored to something better than the painful scene he lived. She nodded in agreement, half an hour later, Ulysses was still hypping while calmly drinking his tea and I was gradually reading the first three chapters of the boy who was famous in the magical world, a complete celebrity, and had no idea about it. I did not know if it was my tone of voice, I did not know if it was the affection, the care that I gave to everything that in the end fell asleep. I left him there and went to take a shower to change and return with him, it was the be

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

Roonie is still unconscious in bed, but his skin improved, and his vitals are balanced. She comes like this everyday to read him books, and she enjoys it so much. She set down the three books and picked one, then she opened it and sighed. "I know you can't hear me, but at least... your subconscious should connect with me. I finished reading Harry Potter to you yesterday, and today, it's a book about flowers, titled... BEAUTIES" She said, glancing at him. She stretched her right hand to him and held his right hand with it, rubbing it softly.