Henry Lloyd-hughes Harry Potter 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.

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.”

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

“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?

Day job as a cataloging library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can’t decide). Justice League Team Flash. Arrow Team Stephen Amell. Stranger Things obsessed. Heard Laurel, not Yanny. Started out reading with the Baby-Sitters Club. Then moved to Sandra Brown, Linda Howard, Julie Garwood, and LaVyrle Spencer in high school. Now all over the place with her romance reading tastes.

In the movie Harry Potter, the students attended a kind of magical school called Hogwarts. In their school, there is a stair they used to use them. The stair, standing on it at the first step, you would see it to be very long and sometimes scary to trail. Here in this place the stairs possess the same characteristics as that of the movie Harry Potter. As we moved on the stair, we followed Mr Hartley to the end. And as soon as we finish the end, he took us to a room, I thought at first that the room would be the place we were going to neglecting the saying that we were going to a turnel, so I made up a guess that Mr Hartley must have changed his plan but on getting to the room, Mr Hartley did

Regrets started to drown me in. Ty laughed and I quickly focused my attention back on him. "So that is why he has been searching for Harry Potter books! You turned him into a Harry Potter lover." "A Potterhead!" I gave her a disapproving look. Muggles, smh. "Yeah, whatever you call it." He rolled his eyes, clearly did not care, and I shot daggers at him.

Chapter Twenty-seven **** The air in the academy tonight felt suffocating. Whispers of shadows brushed along the stone walls as if the academy itself was holding its breath. I pressed my hand against my chest to quiet the hammering in my ribcage, my thoughts circling around one name—Harry. After what I’d seen in the garden—how he faced Headmistress Morwen without fear—I couldn’t pretend anymore. He wasn’t like Jason, or Kael, or even Raven. He wasn’t a boy at all. He was something else entirely.