Harry Potter Roleplay Novels & Stories

Harold POV I Harold hades am a proud wizard. I have lived for a century and in everything I do, I do with precision. I have fought wars and i have won. I have faced many formidable enemies and I have won all battles. I am not a failure, I am not a quitter neither am I a coward. I can not sit back whilst I am being insulted by a mere teenager. Even this Azanian has no right to display such prowess in my face.I will not stop until i have won this war. One way or the other, I will find Summer's weakness.

Coincidentally, the guy next to me was the same person I asked for information before the classes began. Harry, that was his name. I knew that because we were in the same class. He was focused on his phone, playing an RPG-style game. His skillful fingers moved quickly on the screen, demonstrating his expertise in the game. "You're really good, Harry," I started a conversation, trying to be friendly. He looked at me for a split second, just like the first time we met, paying more attention to the game than the conversation. Maybe he didn't even remember my face.

If I were to decide, I don't want to speak anymore. But I have to ride on his trip. "Right... how about we shower him?" I asked. "Great!" "Oh, may I use the controller?" I asked again, trying to provoke him. He just smiled. "Of course, you can! Why not?" he said. I smiled creepily. His trust in me is so satisfying. It feels like Harry wanted to build his own "POU"-like game. He's infiltrating the animal world. What the fuck just happened to his mind?

After parting the curtain a little in an unnoticeable manner, Harry peeped to see if he could recognise anyone. At first, all he could see were three teenage boys in a hoodie. Later when he began to pick words from the conversation, he realised there was only a masculine in the trio; the others appeared to be feminine. This was vindicated when one pulled her hoodie off her head, and shaked her hair. It was a short bub, and Harry couldn't remember where he'd seen this person, but he was sure the face was familiar — he just couldn't place it right.

His eyes reminded me of a puppy. I smiled. "Yeah, for like, two hours." "Then how many hours does a guy need to get your number?" He was still looking at me, the moonlight shone on his face, making it harder for me to tell him that he'd never get my number. "Mey, what does it take for a guy to get your number?" "You tell me the three unforgivable spells in Harry Potter." He fished out his cell phone, probably going to Google it up, so I quickly added, "by reading the book, without searching the Internet, and I'd give you my number."

It’s dangerous yet I find myself wanting those captivating eyes to never look away. It frightens me to my core and I panic. “My real name is Harry and I come from a hidden world known as Hogwarts. My grandmother is Gandalf.” I sound stupid, I’m so stupid. The fumbling words leave my mouth before I can control them. I expect confusion from him, or maybe he’d look at me like I am some weirdo, but…he laughs. He laughs out freely. The laughter stems deep from within him, rich with real cheerfulness. As always, I’m entranced by it. The wind picks up the sound fast, playing it in the air.

The double date had not been a bad idea after all. “Let’s play a telepathy game,” Harry said when we finished our meal. We still had some time before we had to head over to the school. “Sure,” Harper said, “how do you play it?” “I’ll mention two things, and on the count of three everyone has to pick one of them. The two people who pick the most things together have the best telepathy.” “Great,” Harper said, looking over at me. I looked back at her. We were so going to crush them.

Harry and Leo toured Disneyland like age mates, screaming and jumping whenever they saw the Disney characters in real life. Leo's favorite was the beast, and he kept trying to engage in a fight with him. “Come on boy, don't be a modern day Gaston, relax and you'll get Belle”, Harry said to the little man. Harry's favorite character was Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty. She was all over the place, throwing belittling insults at everyone that she could and surging laughter from the crowd.

I blush. “Oooooooooh.” Harry says in his most childish teasing tone. “Did something HAPPEN?” He looks pointedly between Bellamy and I. Bellamy smirks and I roll my eyes. “Fine. Yes. But I’m only going to say this once, then you need to leave and I don’t want to hear a single word from you. Harass me in the group chat later or something okay?” I stare him down. Harry mimes zipping and locking his lips then throwing away the key. I take a deep breath.

Kael’s jaw tightened. Harry chuckled low, stepping closer to me. “Good, tell them, own it. You are not their doll to control. You are fire, and fire cannot be caged.” Headmistress Morwen slammed her staff against the floor, magic crackling in the air. “Enough!” she roared. “Aria Blackwell, you are hereby—” “Try it,” Harry cut in, his tone soft but deadly. The air in the hall froze. Even Headmistress Morwen stood still,her eyes narrowed at him.