Love Good Harry Potter Novels & Stories

emitted Cynthia, " I love reading books and am a big potter head. I love the whole series," said Ada " Oh my god one more common thing again am a potter head too," said Cynthia. " Great am a huff puff and you ?" interrogated Ada " UMMM ...so meet your Ravenclaw friend Ada and who do you crush on," replied Cynthia " Of course Neville Longbottom and whom do you admire," said Ada. " No doubt Draco for life ... By the way good choice."

I would have thought it would have been a more complicated selection process. "Well, what were you expecting?" "Something more magical like how in Harry Potter they have the goblet of fire." Liam laughed. "Dallas caught me reading Harry Potter once and she grounded me." "Why?" "Because she said it misleads children to believe witches and warlocks are good." "It's just a book," I defended, "and if you think of it, it doesn't because Voldemort and the rest of the death eaters aren't good. If anything it proves that some are evil but some are also good."

I echoed the words I heard her say a million times, smiling slightly. “You’re very insightful, I think we’re going to be great friends.” Susie grinned, grasping my arm and lacing it with hers, “Now, I heard one of the guys at school speaking about a Harry Potter movie marathon at the main packhouse today, would you care to join us?” “I love Harry Potter.” I nodded eagerly. “Forget it, we’re not going to be great friends- we’re going to be best friends,” Susie announced and my heart skipped a beat. “Who’s your favourite character?” She asked, dragging me along the path that led to the main pack house.

He smiled at me in response then sighed, “There’s nothing free in this world right now, even love is not free. You need to earn it so you can have it.” I scoffed in disbelief at why he had to say that. Love was just a thing so sacred to me, and I don’t believe that people can buy loyalty and love now. True love still exists in this world today but it was rare, and so hard to find---and I know I can't find it in the man who was right here in front of me. A black van pulled over, and Harry’s mother stepped out of the car with her black sunglasses. She was dressed in a classy fabric, and she slowly took off her sunglasses so that she could take a look at me.

Carwyn Levi's whole body froze. Bad guy… In Harry's heart, he always had the image of a kind uncle, whenever something happened, Harry would run to find him first, this time too. But this uncle that Harry adores the most is the one who secretly kidnapped his mother... If Harry knew the truth, what would he think of this uncle? Bad guy? Bad guy? Or are the scary kidnappers often appearing on TV series? Carwyn Levi began to feel afraid, afraid that his image in Harry's heart would be destroyed.

SUSAN Susan's phone wouldn't stop buzzing after Bode posted her pictures from Linda's birthday at the club the other night. In fact, that is her most-liked post on the gram and she still can't get over the fact that people would rather admire half-naked girls than fully clothed ones. She is bewildered as she reads comments upon comments from people who she assumed to be ghost followers and even some of her friends who only remember she exists whenever she posts a cute picture. She scoffs and laughs as she reads Bode's caption to her picture again "this guy is a fool!" Her phone buzzed again, this time it was Henry liking all her club pictures and adding possessive comments on each "Mine" "My

The romantic drama on TV had ended, so I switched to an emotional talk show. The male lead was sobbing, while the female lead walked away without looking back. I murmured, “A love that comes too late is worth less than dirt.” I turned to look at Hendrick, who was standing in the doorway, drenched and silent. He was soaked, holding a bag of cold chicken noodle soup. His camel-colored coat had darkened with water, clinging to him awkwardly. He looked nothing like himself. “Why didn’t you call me when you were discharged?” Hendrick asked, his voice tense.

He asked, and I smiled with satisfaction. As expected, Harry's love for money was his weakness!

"Over twenty years of marriage, lad. You know what that means, don't you?" Harry looked at Hiram, hoping he would say that his wife was exaggerating, but the man brought her hand to his lips, touching her skin gently, and smiled. "She knows me better than anyone," he added, as if sharing a secret, and everyone laughed. "Harry also loves Dickens, Uncle," the girl observed, knowing that while everyone had their sports preferences, they shared a great passion for literature.

Sophie POV. I burst into tears when Harry told me he loves me. It wasn’t because it was too soon. It was simply because the last person who told me they loved me was my mom when I won the last dance competition before she died. Harry just held me and didn’t say anything. That was just over an hour ago. Now we are heading to the clubhouse of the Princes Of Darkness MC. I keep looking out of the window at every man I see. Hoping that my father and brother have slithered back under the rock they crawled out of.