Henry Lloyd-hughes Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Stacy walked in slowly, stood in front of the desk, and whispered, "Mr. Louise?" Harry slowly opened his eyes and stared at the woman standing in front of him. Others usually called him President Louise and Master Louise. For the first time, someone called him Mr. Louise. Stacy clasped her hands and her hands were full of cold sweat. "You said you would give me the land of the Dragon Bay?" Harry's eyes were half-closed, and there was a trace of smile on the corner of his lips. "I am a businessman, and I don't do bad business."

The adults did not expect the topic to be taken over by their children. "I have also seen Layla acting together with Uncle Eric. To be honest, even if Layla doesn't take over Tate Industries and instead goes into entertainment, she would surely be a famous star!" Robert said. "Layla has the acting chops! She could sing and dance well, too!" "Layla and Uncle Eric are so compatible. Why are all of you hating him?" Harry, Ben and Lilith's son, looked at everyone. Harry was 12 years old. His full name was Harrod Summer Schaffer.

Supressing my anger towards this mindless assistant of mine. "I'm sorry, Miss Siren. But I won't allow anybody to do wicked things to Young lady. I am Harry Spencers. I made a vow to myself that I will protect you in all ways that I can. I am just doing my oath." He's refusal make me wanna blow his head with a pan. He badly needed a good beating later. "This guy looks high on himself. Seems like he's been really in love with this witch." Claudia's mocking look gave me an impression that I want to skinned her alive right now. I'm wondering if she's not that smart enough to think about what Harry said.

There was always something new to learn with him. "I didn't know that- damn, that sucks. I'd be pissed too," he replied as he continued to sift through the rows upon rows of DVD boxes. "Found it! I knew he'd have it. Nobody could have such an awesome movie library and not have every 'Harry Potter'." "Yesss! Ready?" Dillon got up, walked up to him, and hugged him from behind. In a lower tone, he asked, "Hey, 'fore we start it, wanna have a 'lil fun? I need you, Tone."

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.

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.

For him. “Don’t worry about him. What he did will haunt him.” said Zehra. “I sure as hell hope so.” Zehra smiled. “Back at the hospital, you called Lily Potter-Evans or Evans-Potter or something.” Lucas smiled. “Yea, Lily was a big time Potterhead. And well, her name is Lily so I used to call her Potter-Evans or Evans-Potter and she loved it.” “No wonder you know so much about Harry Potter.”

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

he added. “You should be! I have a gift for you,” Harry said, gesturing for Shadrach to take a seat on the couch. “So, what’s the news?” Shadrach asked. Harry was meticulous in his work, and despite being in his forties, he was well-groomed. He was Shadrach’s father’s most trusted associate and the son of the driver who had dropped Shadrach off at the hospital the other day. Harry’s family had always been loyal to Shadrach’s family, assisting him in covering up a few things. Additionally, Harry was an IT expert, and it wouldn’t take him long to gather the information he needed.

Harry is so happy, and it’s infectious. I know that Harry doesn’t remember me bringing him back from the beyond. But there must be something in his mind that says he remembers me. Harry often runs to me and tells me about Max and how much he loves him. If Harry didn’t recognise me somewhere in his subconscious, he wouldn’t tell me anything. ‘He could recognise the mate bond between you and Luther.’ I sigh because Shadow is right. But it’s nice to think that Harry might remember me a little. I can dream, right?