Harry Potter Texting Novels & Stories

"I mean... I only found out I have a brother a few weeks ago." "Okay. Have you checked the notice board in the main building?" "No, why?" "It's all about..." Mr Brett entered the classroom before Noah could respond. I returned to my seat and looked at Liam and Sophia, but neither of them looked at me. I got a text message. I examined the message beneath the table. It comes from Harry. "Where are you staring at?" he said when I opened the chatbox. I sighed and put my phone back into my bag while listening to Mr Brett.

I texted. I opened his display picture which was uploaded recently. Looking at him, my eyes widened. He looked so hot and I started drooling. Ew! What the hell, Stella? “I wish I were there to see them. What are they doing? Are they kissing? Or is Roman doing naughty things to your friend?” – Harry texted with a wink. I scoffed looking at the message. Not the good time Harry. I was getting a weird feel looking at your picture and you are texting me the things. Someone save me.

I cannot hear him but i think he curses under his breath after going back to his car. My phone pings with a message and i see it's harry. 'TALK SOON?' the message says. I look out the window and see harry on his phone, looks up and jerks his chin towards his phone motioning for me to reply. I reluctantly reply back. ME: 'YOU KNOW I CAN'T ' HARRY: 'WHY?, BREAKUP DOESN'T MEANS WE CANNOT TALK'

' This idea suddenly worked Abigail up. She texted Ron: [Mr. Hagrid, is it true?] She waited for a long time, but she still did not receive a reply from Ron. She did not know that Ron had already fallen asleep. A woman was sitting by Ron's bedside. She was holding his phone quietly, staring blankly at the new text message. That woman was Emma. She thought about many possible replies. However, she did not respond at all in the end. She gently placed Ron's phone back.

I looked again and it was gone. Mad! I am completely going mad! " I swear, she is a witch!" I muttered slowly to myself and got down from the bonet, smiling at my silly thoughts. HARRY'S POV "Ahhhh!" I was thursting inside the girl, I brought home from club tonight. It felt so good, while I was near climax, when my phone ringed. I decided to ignore it, getting lost in pleasure thrusting faster, but then my eyes opened wide, hearing the ringtone "Who let the dogs out" playing. It was the ringtone, I saved for Boss's call.

I said. He hung up without saying anything else. I can't believe this is really happening to me. How can Harry do this to me? Why did he resolve to abducting people? I know he's doing this because I rejected him, what do I do now the police are around. A text message entered my phone, just as I wanted to check it she came back. "Here's a cup of green tea to help you calm down. I told you not to cry dear, why aren't you listening to me?."

Chapter Thirty Three H: Hey Sarah, it's Harley, Harry gave me your number, if you’re free this evening, do you want to go for a drink? I wasn’t expecting a reply right away, but only about 2 minutes after I sent the text, I got a message back. S: Hey honey, are you ok? I was worried about you after last night. Well, I’m meant to be going for a drink with Harry tonight, but maybe you and Alexander would like to come along? :)

I cheered and yanked myself off from the trunk. Harry quickly pulled out his phone from his back pocket and started taking selfies, first he doesn't want me in his pictures but he gave in right in the end. As Harry and I were doing our own thing, I noticed Tybalt and the others has started taking groufies and some selfies too. I have an idea!

On the day of our ninth wedding anniversary, I sat in the empty living room and summoned the system I had not contacted in ages. "System, help me submit an application. I've decided to leave this world." The cold, mechanical voice came through, and somehow it sounded comforting. "Understood, Harry. Your departure application has been received. The space-time corridor is being constructed. I will come to retrieve you in one week." I hummed quietly and stared at my phone screen. A family photo of three stared back. In the photo, I stood in the center holding an adorable little girl. A beautiful woman stood beside me, kissing my cheek.

My phone buzzed. Harry: pasta's almost ready. You're going to pretend you think I cooked it and I'm going to pretend you believe me I smiled at the screen. Something in my chest did a small unclenching — the relief of Harry, of his uncomplicated humor, of the version of the world where the most complex dynamic in a text message was the pasta alibi. Me: already convincing myself Harry: that's my girl. See you soon I put the phone away.