I Am Harry Potter Novels & Stories

No shoes. “Excuse me,” I say before one of the guys can speak and scare him off, “are you Harry?” A bushy gray brow arches over his wrinkled eye, but he doesn’t look away from feeding the squirrels. “Maybe. Who’s asking?” I exchange glances with Malix, then step ahead of the others. “My name’s Amora. I’m seeking the location of something that I think you might know.” Crazy Harry rips the last piece of crust into three pieces and lets them drift to the ground.

“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?”

ELIJAH I settle onto the bench beside the tree, stealing a glance at the book nestled in his lap. Harry Potter. Perfect. "Who's your favorite character?" I ask, trying to sound casual. He glances up, his dark eyes meeting mine for a fleeting moment before diving back into the book. Well, that's not surprising. He doesn't know me, after all. I’m just another stranger. "I like Dumbledore," I blurt out, hoping to spark a conversation. Not my most smooth move. I am going to fail today.

He chuckles out loud while spinning around on the chair like a maniac. Isabelle wakes up from her unconsciousness and slowly tries to sit up. Her body feels so weak, there’s no energy left in her. None at all, to fight or scream out for help. She needs water, she doesn’t remember for how long she hasn’t had a drop of water. “Please, I need water.” She whispers before falling back on the chair completely and losing her consciousness.

So I got myself a spot and sat down as thoughts of what might be happening between the two filled my head. I felt bad. I felt like I was all alone in the world even though there was loud music deafening my ears from the background. “Hey, kyle who invited you?” I heard an unfriendly familiar voice say. I lifted my head to see that it was Harry, boyfriend to Bella. Many believe that Harry will become one of the greatest warlocks as soon as he clocks eighteen and as such, they see him and Bella as a power couple. Unlike Bella, Harry is calmer and a bit friendly but I know better than to engage him in a chat as that could provoke his over a possessive girlfriend.

since harry had already lost his memories then I see no reason for me to be doing that ,all I just have to do at this moment ,is to make sure that ,they never get to meet each other and harry never gets to remember who she really was or that's just going to be the death of me and I don't want that happening ,I already have him so I must protect him with all my life ,. his mine

I knew I would have to stay here for a minimum of six months, but I was already looking forward to the day I could buy my little place. It turns out that Derek was an architect. He explained he needed to work on some drawings for a client and disappeared into his office. I grabbed a plate full of cold pizza and some drinks, then headed up to my room. I had a date with Harry Potter and I wasn't about to miss it. I took a long bath, curled up in my robe with a fire going, and lost myself in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

The group of men filter behind the grizzly bear in front of us. Gee-gee lets out an over exaggerated laugh. “Oh, I’M SORRY, I must be misunderstanding you. Did you just call your FUTURE QUEEN a mud-blood?” Before he can respond she continues. “What is this? Fucking Harry Potter?” The man sniffs his nose before spitting on the ground in front of me. “She’s no future Queen of mine.” The men behind him yell out their agreement. I take a step closer to the man and give him a sinister smile. “What is your name, sir?” I bat my eyes at him.

I hear him releasing a deep exhalation and withdrawing, leaving the disinfectant cotton on the table and turning towards me again. "My name is Harry, I'm 24 years old, I just moved in. . . " He pauses a little and it's until then that I dare to look at him "I like to play the guitar, there it is stored" He points to the black case that is reloaded on the dining table "sometimes I sing" he smiles and pauses again, frowning his eyebrows thinking and sighs "It's hard to talk about myself I don't know what to say anymore. I guess that's enough, I'm not a complete stranger anymore, am I?