Harry Potter Wanted Novels & Stories

The more we struggled, the tighter her grasp became, and the harder it was to see a way out. Harry's eyes blazed with barely contained fury, his voice low but laced with seething anger. "What more could you possibly want? Aren't you strong enough already? Why are you so obsessed with opening the magic box?" His question was tinged with deep confusion, even a hint of despair. He couldn’t comprehend why this woman, who had already amassed such formidable power, was still fixated on unlocking the magic box, chasing after a force that was shrouded in uncertainty.

“What? “Uhm, Madam Puddifoot? From Harry Potter? In Hogsmeade Village?” “You like Harry Potter?” Jackson replies with a chuckle. “I saw the movies when I was a child, but I have not thought of them much since, I suppose.” Monica’s smile is bright as she admits, “I love them. I watch all eight movies at least once a year and lost count of how many times I have also read the books years ago. But the first time I read them was with my mom, and we both fell in love with the stories.” “Who’s your favorite? Harry?”

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?

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

"I love trying new things. An innocent young woman like her is exactly my favorite. Of course, a mature stunner like Mabel is also very much to my liking. I'm sure having both of them in bed together would be an entirely different experience, it would be a mix of two extremes and I'd probably die from pleasure! "Haha, I can hardly wait anymore. For the sake of my happiness, you'd better hurry up!" Harry had already planned everything, after forcing Woody to cripple his own martial arts aura, he would take him along to the hotel. He wanted Woody to kneel at the door and watch as he had sex with Mabel and Penny. He wanted to satisfy his twisted psychological desires! Mabel lashed out, "Harry,

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

"Harry, just drink it," I whine, stomping my feet on the ground, and he pouts. "It looks and smells bitter. I'm not interested." Harry crosses one arm over the other and huffs. I'm tempted to face-palm myself because of his childishness, but I stop myself, groaning loudly. "Harry, you need this. Do you or do you not want your wolf back?" I ask him, placing the cup in front of his face.

He says with a smirk. “Tell, yes that’s right defiantly tell. I am watching Harry Potter. The first one. I had planned to watch all of them the weekend.” I somehow found my voice and confidents only to ramble like an idiot, I would smack my forehead, but I am just going to act like it was normal and not draw any more attention to it.

The man looks at us carefully for a few moments and then says, “You’re the bitch Harry wants.” I feel Peter’s emotions and I can see that he’s not happy about that guy calling me a bitch. He is leaning on the fence with his arms crossed and a homicidal look. “What does Harry want from me? Does he want to see me dead?” I watch as the man laughs maniacally as he says, “Harry has plans for you that don’t include death.” I nod silently and let go. His head snaps back to his chest. “Okay, so if he doesn’t want me dead, what does he want to do with me?”

I felt like letting Tyler go would make my life easier. A ghost of a smile appeared on my lips as I thought like that. “It worked, right?” I glanced at Harry. His question informed me again about his presence which I briefly forgot. “What is?” He smiled, “My idea. Don't worry, you don’t have to pay much. Just grant me three wishes.” My eyes squinted as I glanced at Harry again, “Seriously, Doctor Davidson?” “Yep but call me Harry.” He faced me and smiled, “Wanna hear my first wish?”