Harry Potter Ugly Characters Novels & Stories

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Julian’s lips twitched, but he pressed them together quickly, clearly fighting the urge to smirk. Leonard blinked, taken aback, while Lila’s perfectly composed mask faltered, the faintest flicker of color rising in her cheeks. Mira, blissfully unaware of the shock she’d caused, simply turned to Julian with wide eyed seriousness. “Mama told me witches pretend to be nice, but they’re not. She looks exactly like that.” Julian crouched slightly so his eyes were level with hers, his voice low but still carrying to everyone present. “Well,” he said, his gaze briefly flicking to Lila, “you’re a smart girl for spotting the difference.”

“Yes, even though some of them don’t make any sense.” To my surprise, Hazel chuckled. A warmth in her I’d never seen before. “Do you have questions, Liz?” She asked. I hesitated before lowering my voice. “Just one… why exactly are the punishments for entering Mr. Blackwell’s room so harsh? Is he… like, a creature or something?” Hazel’s eyes widened, and in a flash, she covered my mouth with her soapy hands. “Don’t let anyone hear you say things like this here. You’ll get yourself in trouble, Liz.” She whispered.

Flavia's friend did indeed have one with a slim build, while the other had a fuller figure but was slightly shorter than the slender one. "How could you shake hands with them in front of me, giving him your phone number without asking for my permission? You even seemed to forget my presence there. Do you like him? Charmed by his baby face and round glasses? Is it because he looks like Daniel Radcliffe, your and Abigail's beloved Harry Potter?" he asked with a fiery tone. From numbers one and eight to Daniel Radcliffe, a fantastic leap of comparisons. Flavia held back her smile again. "He's my high school friend, Uncle," Flavia answered honestly.

She screamed like a raging hog. “ Mummy!” Harry looked so horrible when he cried. It was fake though so you can only imagine how much worse it looked. “ It's that brat and sister,” he pointed at I and Chloe. Here we go again with the drama. “ Why you scoundrels!” She glared at us. “ I'm going to make sure this school goes down! This school once had standard, they didn't just admit anybody but now, even barbarians are let in. They don't even look like they belong to aristocracy,” there was no word she didn't spew.

He chuckled lightly and went away. “What was that?” Nora crossed her arms over her chest. “Nothing.” Penelope dragged herself towards her workstation. “I was just…” she closed her eyes in embarrassment. “You were distracted by his hair again, weren’t you?” Nora sighed. She covered her face. “You are actually very dumb. Just like a white person.” She said and put on her headphones. “We both are white.” She scrunched her nose. “Yeah, but you are the dumb one.” She rolled her eyes. “I know.” She covered her face again. ***