Harry Potter Redhead Friend Novels & Stories

- "Wait." said the redhead. - "I don't trust him." said the one I took to be Syrava. She had pale, reddish blonde hair, and dark eyes. The pout on her lips made her look childish and petulant. If I was not mistaken, there was a touch of the fey about her. When you've a mixed heritage of your own, you tend to see it in others more easily. At least, that's been my experience.

I was upset because she was rhyming with my Scarlette. Scarlette chuckled. "It's pure coincidence, Sapp, so relax. And, I wear it better," she wears everything better. From her beautiful dark skin to her vibrant red hair, she always looks great. The girl, on the other hand, didn't. She was a redhead too but her hair was ginger and her eyes were hazel brown. She had golden tan skin and she just happened to tie her hair up into a messy bun just like Scarlette. Yeah right. Coincident my ass.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

But then her face looked more expressive than it is now. "Why? Where are you looking?" Alfred asked to see Harry daydreaming, even though he was wrong. "she..." Harry did not know the name of the girl who was in the spotlight. Alfred looked into Harry's eyes staring far away. “Sarah's friend from the next class, 10-5. Why do you know her?" "Oh no. I just see her often recently." Sometimes Harry is really weird, Alfred thinks, they all are in the same school and one extracurricular, of course they will see each other often, right?

I clutch his hand even tighter and smile adoringly up at the man who could lose his life if I put my lips on his. "Hey!" A slender arm comes around my shoulders and hug my body to hers. "I thought you're hanging out with me tonight, I want to introduce you to my friends." I reluctantly let Ricardo's hand go and smile at Heleni. That is what I should do. Hang with people my own age and hopefully get a feeling of who my mate might be. "Hi Heleni, I thought goths didn't bother with stupid bonfires." Harry says, smiling slightly and now I understand why she doesn't like him.

Since I’ve never met a witch I guess that shouldn’t surprise me, but what does surprise me is when I focus on the woman whose hand I’m shaking. She looks young. Closer to mine and Raven’s age than my parents. She’s got vibrant red curly hair. It’s such a deep red, almost maroon, that it must not be natural. Her green eyes and freckles stand out against her pale skin. She’s only a couple inches shorter than Raven so she must be about average height for human women. “It’s nice to meet you.” My voice catches at the end, making it sound like a question. “It’s the hair, right? I was playing around with a color changing potion at the school last month and one of the kids picked up the wrong herb b

emitted Cynthia, " I love reading books and am a big potter head. I love the whole series," said Ada " Oh my god one more common thing again am a potter head too," said Cynthia. " Great am a huff puff and you ?" interrogated Ada " UMMM ...so meet your Ravenclaw friend Ada and who do you crush on," replied Cynthia " Of course Neville Longbottom and whom do you admire," said Ada. " No doubt Draco for life ... By the way good choice."

She thinks I'm a good person? She's the only person I know who has told me I'm a good person. People call me Draco in the underworld, and most people associate it with the devil, dragon, demon, etc. But my fiery kitten thinks I'm a good person. Would she have the same view about me if she knew and saw what I was capable of? I know I'm not a psychopath who just kills people without thinking, but I've taken down some people because the world would be a better place without them, so I guess I did something good.

Harry should be an extraordinary person given he was Bo’s nephew. “So, you’re Harry. My name’s Skylar Cooper, and it is a pleasure to meet you.” “Harry, we’ll be relying on you for protection in Southrive from now on.” The group instantly started kissing Harry’s toes, especially the women. Hearing the numerous greetings, Harry smiled and said, “Don’t mention it. You’re all friends of Stella and Kevan so you’re my friends too. Just let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you, Harry!”

“I have access to the cameras.” The words land softly. That’s enough. “I also know you weren’t in her section. You didn’t speak to her once.” I glance at him now, letting it settle. “You had someone with you. Redhead. That’s new. Thought you preferred brunettes.” Fucking dumbass. Harrison exhales sharply, already irritated. “It seems both our sons are… distracted, Charles. The redhead—he picked her up in a strip club.” I let out a short, quiet laugh as I bring the cigarette to my lips. “A stripper?”