I Am Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I am a champion in all martial arts, I have a lot of medals because I participated in so many martial arts competitions. What I wonder is that mommy and daddy know that my life is in danger, why did they transfer me here, right? Why don't they just give me a bodyguard or maybe report to the police to catch whoever is the person they say who wants to kill me? I am really confused by what is happening. I want to ask but I know they will not answer me. "Hmm? So Sophia Sandoval is your name?" he asked and I nodded and smiled "I'm Master Harvard. The headmaster of the Magical Academy." he introduced

Then I fixed my room because my friends could show up any moment. Suddenly the door bell rang. I elatedly went to hug my friends. I opened the door and saw what I least expected to see. I was dead in track to see the person I hated the most standing right in front of me. It was Harry.

Finally, he let out a deep sigh. “ Okay, I know you might have noticed he's been acting strangely, and I think it's time I explained what's going on." He said “Yeah, I've been really confused. Some hours ago, he was sweet and kind, and the now, he's... terrifying." I said “I understand why you'd find it confusing. The thing is, Harry has what's called dissociative identity disorder. He has two distinct personalities: one is gentle and caring, while the other is... darker." He finally said and my eyes widened

That is why I have never been a firm believer of any of those unworldly things. I have grown most of my life in Kūlike, Hawaii which ironically means Parallel in English. "Sylvester! The game's starting, c'mon!" My friend calls out to me as I begin step away from the shore. In the back of my head, I always hear voices calling me Harry. FIN: March 8, 2021 at 2:02AM

They also have different creatures and monsters, so I remember myself with them. “Which part are you in?” Zion asked. “I don't exactly know the title, but it was when Harry Potter was on his teenager days …” I replied. “Maybe the second one or the third one? The Prisoner of the Azkaban or The Order of the Phoenix. Have you finished what you were watching before?” “Yeah, why?” He gave me a smile. “Let's watch the next series together, okay?” “But I thought so? You're done with that, right?”

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

I choked. I vaguely heard my mother sobbing. She was a very good mother but she was overly protective of me. I loved my mother so much and I hope she didn't worry about me. “I am an adult, most of your classmates have left their parents. Maybe I am one of those rare people who at this age still live with parents.`` I tried to laugh. “Don't worry about me. I'm not alone. There is a whole community of werewolves here. This is where I belong.”

I turned around to escape. But the door got shut on its own like someone pushed it forcely. I slowly turned around, he was there standing in front of the chair, holding chains in his hands, he said," Well, I am a half witch". And at the very next moment, he was in front of me, just a step apart. "And a half vampire". His eyes were dark blue. " Are you…. Are you…..gonna…. bite..?" I felt dizzy and was about to fall on the ground but as far as I remember, I was in his arms, looking into his sky blue eyes.

Harry wasn’t exactly human. When they got serious, Harry revealed his secret to Mom. Somehow, he didn’t pick up on the fact Mom sucks eggs at keeping secrets. Not even five minutes passed before she told me. Luckily for Harry, I can keep secrets. You see, Harry’s a werewolf. I know what you’re thinking — run, this guy is totally crazy! That’s exactly what I told Mom, so she convinced Harry to do the change into a wolf thing in front of me.

"Mind if I sit down?" "No, not at all." Travis walked around and sit on the bench opposite me. He took up the book that I rested on the table earlier and read the title out loud. "'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'." He looked up at me. "So, you like Harry Potter?" "Who doesn't?" I say with mock horror, crossing my arms in the process. He held up his palm in defence. "You're not getting any argument from me here." "Good," I said in the same playful, defensive tone.