Harry Potter Talking Head Novels & Stories

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

My eyes landed on some Harry Potter looking shit and I got up and quickly walked over to it. "You go to the House of Slytherin!" I said in my best impersonation while throwing my hands in the air as I walked up behind her. She slowly turnd around and looked at me before a disgusted look flashed across her face as she looked at the hat on my head. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe you! You don't even want to know where that hat has been." She said as she took a step back. The moment she looked like she wanted to gag I instantly felt an insane amount of regret and quickly chucked the hat off my head like it was a cockroach.

Abel got off from my laps quickly, running towards mom and hugging her legs. "Did you enjoyed reading with Vanessa?" Mom asked while ruffling Abel's hair that made him giggle. "Yep I did, she even makes faces and voices,s and what's Potterhead?" Abel's questioned looking at mom with his little finger on his nose, which made me giggle. "Well, Potterhead are people who love harry potter and his adventure" I explained to the little boy whose face went 'O' after knowing the meaning. "Then I'm a potter hair too" Abel squeaked in happiness raising his hands in the air.

Harry asked. Wait, Harry is making a conversation with me! And I don’t know what to say. I kind of feel disgusted by myself as I’m just wearing a sweater and jogger shorts. If I would’ve know that I’ll be sitting beside Harry then I should’ve wear something more presentable. “It’s okay.” It’s almost a whisper. He nodded and put on his headset. I didn’t look away and watch his every move. He must’ve notice it beucase he looks at me.

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.

“Ms. Evans, we were just discussing how the masterpiece of JK Rowling contain absolutely no swear words except in the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when Molly Weasley swears at Bellatrix Lestrange for duelling with her daughter Ginny.” “Absolutely!” Ms. Evans said enthusiastically and continued fangirling about Harry Potter. Lucas rolled his eyes and turned to Zehra who was looking at him in incredulity. “What?” “Nothing, who would’ve thought that our quarterback was a potterhead.” “Oh shut up. Show me this godda–” “Don’t swear,” she whispered this time. "Why?!" "I don't like people swearing," “Ok show me this e-mail. Now.” Zehra took her phone and showed him the e-mail. H

Before I could even exclaim, Harry spoke quickly. "El, Why are you crying?!" Harry asked, forgetting is manhood was fully visible. "That!" My mouth swung open, seeing his glory. He looked down at what I was pointing then got the message. "You're crying because of my penis?" Harry asked confusingly. I shut my eyes. I didn't want the temptation to take over me. "Before we have this conversation, can you please kindly pull up your pants? And I wouldn't cry because of your penis." I said, with my eyes still shut.

Brooklyn frowned. God, I'm stupid. Talking to myself in my head. I've really gone mental. It's Harry, he's making me mental. Or maybe it's the alcohol... No, it can't be the alcohol, that's ridiculous, I'm not even that drunk. Okay, well maybe I'm a little drunk, but- "Brooklyn," Harry whispered, closing his eyes. "Shut the fuck up." Brooklyn looked up at him in confusion. "Eh?" "I'm in your head, babe," Harry said. "And you talk so damn much."

I was instantly worried, but gained a small chuckle from Edward instead of matched panic. "No, you've just been very distracted today, your mind is going a million miles a minute and honestly I'm having trouble keeping up." He reassured me. "If I had listened a little closer I would have heard you singing 24601 repeatedly in your head before it began, but instead I kept hearing Christmas music, and oddly enough, professor Umbridge from Harry Potter saying her line about the OWLs."

he clears a throat. I tilt my head up, only to my surprise; right in front of me is an elderly man. It's no average man with no average height, but a huge man. I mean, this man is more significant than a giant. He wore white and gold clothing, had long white wavy hair and a beard covering his whole chin, and had golden eyes, but he was different from Dominic. This man's eyes shine like the sun. It's like looking at Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter.