Notes For Harry Potter Theme Song Novels & Stories

Amber held out her hand and the two women walked back hand in hand towards the massive doors where people from a different world lay beyond. Harry was drunk, very drunk. He was so plastered he did not even realize that he had climbed onto the stage, and was belting out his own rendition of Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance - much to the chagrin of his colleagues. Harry couldn’t sing a note of his life depended on it. Lola groaned at the sight of Harry taking off his shirt and flinging it around like a cowboy. “Excuse me,” she muttered under her breath and stomped to the stage where she joined hands with a few others to try and get him down before he stripped himself bare.

I take a look across me and see every one from the audience is enjoying the music , the bass and the judges,especially harry seems to be having fun. If you're lookin' For Mr. Right Need that magic To change him over night Here's the answer Come and get it While you've still got time Get your boy on his knees And repeat after me, say, Oh Take a sip of my secret potion I'll make you fall in love (Fall in love) For a spell that can't be broken (Broken) One drop should be enough (Ooh) Boy, you belong to me I got the recipe and it's called Black Magic

Enough to anchor him. He nodded. They took their seats. The hall fell into a silence so complete it felt like a sacred ritual. No cameras. No whispers. Just anticipation. Naomi lifted the microphone, her voice a trembling flame. “This is a song my mom loved.” Harry exhaled long, cleansing. His fingers touched the keys for the first time in years. They felt foreign, like reconnecting with an old friend whose face he still recognized but whose voice he’d forgotten. He pressed the first note.

My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace. Reaching the seventh floor corridor, I paused outside the Room of Requirement, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Then, with a trembling hand, I knocked three times. The door swung open and there he stood - Harry Potter himself, glasses glinting in the candlelight. His black hair was messier than usual, like he'd run his fingers through it a hundred times. The white shirt hugged his lean chest and his dark jeans clung to his hips. He was gorgeous.

He asks incredulously. “Very nearly. I just have to cast the actual spell now. Give me a minute, I need to focus.” I answer optimistically. Harry quite literally covers his own mouth with both hands stacked one over the other and I snort out a laugh. Is it really that hard for him to stay quiet for five minutes? I turn my back to Harry, mostly because he is entirely too distracting and I focus on my spell. Five minutes later, the lanterns flicker to life in a burst of colourful sparks. I chose to make green, pink, purple, blue and naturally coloured lanterns. I’m hoping the colour combination won’t look too silly in the room and will actually just look cool. I complete the spell and stand th

Lilly I’m sitting in my room making up playlists for my comeback concert. Hey, I didn’t call it that Harry did. He has been advertising like crazy. Or that is what I was told. Neil thinks it is funny as hell. Probably because the night of the concert is also Halloween. So Harry is going to have the place decorated. And he is encouraging people to dress up. I think it is going to be fun. So I convinced the band to dress up as well. I know Anna is working on my costume but she won’t tell me what it is. All I know is we are doing about half eighties stuff and the other half is newer. With some Halloween favorites in there as well.

"I don't want to hear your excuse . You are the butler , so you should know where your master is at this late hour . It seems you really are getting ahead of yourself . " "I'm sorry master . I will do my best ." After an hour or two Harren came to a stop in front of the garden , completely worn out by the fruitless search all over the mansion . He started to think the worse when he suddenly picked up a sound from the garden . It sounded like a song , but who would be singing with this kind of voice . The song was coming from the back of the garden . The voice wasn't particularly harsh but something in the voice sounded off . Like the one singing is filled with rage and hatred . If you listen

said Harry while laughing, trying to loosen the awkwardness in the car. Jeanne also laughed hearing Harry's statement. ‘He's quite a fun man,’ said Jeanne in his heart. Then, the situation became silent again. Harry was focused on his driving and Jeanne was only accompanied with songs on the speaker. The song played was Bedroom by JJ Lin feat Anne-Marie. It was a nice song and Jeanne hummed together to remove the boredom. That song somehow reminded her of her break-up with Andy.

The boy continued to count the beats with his hand, up and down. Harry couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face, they sounded amazing together. He found himself also counting the beat along with Jedidiah till Saint’s part ended and he stepped into the room making his presence known. Harry: Like a breeze that gently caresses Like lightly drifting dust You’re there but I can’t touch you stop! You’re like a dream to me Butterfly high All three boys whipped their heads up to look at Harry, Jedidiah smiling, Luca looking like he got caught doing something he shouldn’t, and Williams not missing a beat to continue the song.

“They will never even realize they turned by the time they’re away from the island.” “Huh, that’s cool.” I look at the castle off in the distance. As it gets closer, I realize just how big it is. Of course it’s big. It’s a castle. “Welcome to Hogwarts,” I mumble to myself. “Hog what?” Puma asks. “Hogwarts,” I repeat. “What?” “You know,” I say. “The school from Harry Potter.” “Who’s Harry Potter?” I narrow my eyes as I look at him.