Harry Potter Story Book Novels & Stories

You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make till the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the gods above Can separate the two of us I hummed softly along and he looked over at me. "Big fan,huh?" "No, just one of them." I pulled over into the parking lot. "Who's this unlucky guy?" "One, he's not unlucky. Two, it's Harry." We walked towards my locker. "Harry Styles?" "No," I rolled my eyes at him. "Harry Potter." "Haha, really funny." He said as I slammed my locker shut. I turned on my heels and coffee spilled on my shirt. Way to start Friday morning. "Watch the hell where you're going." The voice barked.

, he said chuckling. With that, all the sudden out of nowhere a book flew into his hand. A large heavy book, with green leather binding and encrusted jewels. “See for example, I have been reading the Potions of Lore - this book”, he said showing it to me.” You see, it came by itself. Now your turn”.

I shook my head squinting my eyes. “Look, I’m guessing you’ve read Harry Potter books right?” I nodded my head to the question thrown by Rilley, “It’s written by JK. Rowling right?” I nodded again,” This world is not her creation, it already exists. She wrote the book according to her experiences in this wizarding world, all the characters and places are real. Those books themselves are only that our timezones are different” “But how did she get in there? Through the barrier in Kings Cross Railway Station?” I asked.

Rowling fan, the kind of girl who’d empty her savings just to get the next book in the Harry Potter series. “Ivan Carlos,” I whispered, my fingers brushing over the name of the author. There was something about it that intrigued me. I glanced back at the shelf and realized I was in the section where most of Ivan Carlos’s books were displayed. I grabbed another one, this one with a blue and brown paper cover. Since I could only afford three books, I skimmed through, selected my third choice from another author, and went to find Chloe. “Are you done with yours?” I asked, eyeing the stack in her hands. She was holding four books, three by J.K. Rowling and one by Jo Watson. “Hey, that’s cheating

"Opposites attract, babe." Brooklyn glanced at Harry and bit her lip. "So they say," she murmured. "Have you read anymore of the book?" Harry asked and Brooklyn thought of the book that told her all about werewolves. "A bit," she lied. She had read every single page. "A bit?" Harry said with a smirk. "Fine, all of it," Brooklyn muttered. "And?" "Why are you asking questions when you're in my head?" Brooklyn asked. "Because I'm sure it won't be long before you block me out," Harry said.

The minute the word came of her condition I was going, it would take more than this world could offer to stop me from going to her. That fucking dragon annoys the hell out of me, but I need to admit he does seem to care for Emerald; and good job too. I had been going through their restricted library for about an hour when I found a book, a book that was dripping in power. The same power that dagger held. My hand hovers over the old worn leather binder, allowing my magic to feel the book out before I touch it.

Author Pov Harry inserted the key in the hole of the metal box and opened it only for his frown to deepen even more. He placed the box on the bed and took a seat beside it. Mehrmah left the room already but not before closing it. Harry had no idea what was in the box but he knew there is something which he needs to know even though somewhere inside him he didn't want to know what's inside it. He stared at the box filled with letters. He didn't want to read as it wasn't his but as soon as he decided to close the box he saw something.

I straddled him to deepen the kiss when we heard a whistle behind us. “If I had known you guys would give this kind of show, I would’ve brought popcorn.” I broke away to see George and Harry walking towards them. I jumped up to greet them, pulling them both into a hug. “What are you guys doing here?!” “You think we’ll leave you going against a crazy witch without our help. Besides, I have never seen a grimoire up close before,” Harry said with a sparkle in his eye. I looked at George, who rolled his eyes as Harry gushed about the books Mirja let him keep.

How I yearned for the good old days when I hopped about the bookshop, checking for story books and picking the ones with the most colorful and captivating covers and titles. It was so much fun and It was definitely in my plans for my future kids when I had my own family. I read books to escape reality, to keep myself busy, to keep my mind off overthinking, and to improve my vocabulary and speech. I flipped my fingers over the books, deliberating on which would be my read for the weekend. I had all seven books in the Harry Potter series and I had read only three. With the aid of my thumb and my index fingers, I picked out the book, ‘Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.’

I said to him in walking around his room, I turned my head to him in waiting for an answer and he quickly shook his head from one side to another. So he hadn't any family members. But from disgust smell, I smelled something else. He had drugs there, he kept them in a book. I went by the bookshelf and took the third book. "Harry Poter? Are you for real?" He kept in a children's tale drugs. Pages were cut in the middle of a book and placed drugs instead. He paled from my question maybe he was afraid that I liked his book and he destroyed what I like. No, I didn't like this nonsense, but... I shook my head in thinking drop it, Jack.