Harry Potter Reading Age Novels & Stories

“Ah. Nevermind.” “You can’t go in?” Asked the bookworm guy. I saw how confused his expression is while looking intently at Kenrick. Kenrick nodded. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Maybe because she’s just too young to read for.” “What?” Said the bookworm guy. I suddenly felt his dagger stare towards me. Gah! I hate them for making me feel this way too harshly. “You can even read a one year old child’s mind so how come you can’t read hers?” He muddled.

“Dad says she's just a poor potion maker. Which is not big deal. It does not mean that she is a wizard. And if I think well, that will be your skill limit too… If you're lucky enough to have the memory she has.” The girl, though affected by the boy's words, did not show this. “What are you reading?” Elizabeth got close to him and saw on one of the two pages where the book laid open an image of an odious creature, looking like a giant, with no hair on his head, not even where the eyebrows were supposed to be. But he had a lot of hair on the rest of his body, as if he were an aurochs. “A book for advanced students.” Indeed, the book had on the other page almost as many words as the whole book

He said and turned then he left but Harry stayed looking slightly worried. “How old are you right now Chris?” He asked and I furrowed wondering what type of question that was. “19, I’ll be 20 soon…I guess- “Fuck!” He cursed under his breath and then scoffed. “Chris, you’re twenty freaking six and you’re about to turn 27” He stated and I furrowed. “So, don’t tell me you forgot more than 6-7 years' worth of memory?” He had his jaw to the ground which was pretty scary for me honestly but I can’t wrap my head around it, 6years' worth of memory. Harry sighed and stared at me pitifully.

Hm… might have to have a good long think on that one. Lena closed the book after finishing up the entry and put it back into its place in her desk drawer. She tugged the band out of her shoulder length brown hair, running her fingers through it. The young woman then moved over to her bed where on the nightstand, was a very worn copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. She got comfortable on her bed, picked up the book and started to read. She got through about 10 pages before there was a knock on her door. "Come in!" Lena called. She glanced at the door when it opened and fellow sorority sister, Casey Grant, walked in.

I said wondering when or what I have done to have soiled my reputation here. "You know just like the way lord voldermort marked Harry potter and he was taken to his uncle place when he was still a child but was still the talk of the town in his real realm and was later introduce to his real realm when he was of age". I look at him in confusion, how does harry potter relate with my reputation been soiled.

“Oh my god! You got me the Harry Potter Series!” I rushed to the bookshelf and grabbed a copy of ‘Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire’. It was the only book I had read in the series and I had fallen in love with it. I had promised myself that I would buy more but I never got the money. “Yeah, girl,” she said smugly, “and I got you some others you might like…” I saw the other books and my jaw dropped. It was almost all the books on my reading wish list.

Heat crawled up to my face "Okay, I...I won't drink much tonight" He rose a disbelieving brow. I tried again "I'm not gonna get drunk, alright?" He examined me "I'm still not allowing you to drink" "Just a glass?" "No. Geez, Diane you're still a little girl!" My jaw dropped and I blinked. "I am eighteen, Harry. Eighteen" "Well, you're just starting to develop into adulthood" He pointed out and at this point, I really think my jaw is now hitting the floor hard "You're just a year older than I am, Harry" I stated to remind him.

When Harry walked inside, he had an angry look on his face as he looked at Lewis. 'Why is this guy back? He brought his mistress back as well!' thought Harry. He looked at Helen angrily as if his eyes could spit fire. When Lewis divorced his wife, Chris was 10 and Harry was only seven years old. However, a seven-year-old child could already remember a lot of things. Chris took Harry with him whenever he went. It was Chris who taught Harry to read and write. He taught Harry manners and raised him.

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.

She followed Harry with her gaze as he sat on the couch, between them was a small glass table. “Today is my birthday,” Harry started, his voice soft and gentle. Margot almost laughed at his statement. She suddenly regretted giving him another chance to speak. “I know. You’re not getting any younger. How old are you today? Oh, you’re thirty. An adult, but still acting like a clueless guy who thinks he can have several women in his bed even after getting married,” she commented and laughed dryly, crossing her legs and folding her arms on her chest.