Padfoot Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"The note read, Dear whoever is reading this, you urgently need to get ahold of the police when you find this note, my name is Freya Edwards I'm being held captive by a man called Anthony Richards. He's allowed me to go shopping with him so this was my only chance to ask someone for help, he's keeping us not far from this shop in a huge house, I can't write much as he'll find out but please again give this to the proper people" Jacob finishes reading the letter which makes tears form in Blake's eyes just to hear the words that Freya wrote, but Jacob wasn't finished "we checked the security footage and found this" he says turning a tv on to show an aisle in a shop.

I ask moving the racks to some of the clothes in Harry’s size. Harry holds my hand tighter, protesting, “But I only had a little brain freeze, Mommy.” He, in fact, did not have a “little brain freeze”. Not when he held his head and started crying in the middle of the park before giving Freda his ice cream because he didn’t want it anymore. Spotting the Kung Fu Panda T-shirt he's been asking about for weeks hanging on a nearby rack, I move us closer to it. "Hold on one second."

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.

God knows what was inside them. Suddenly, Mrs.Potter stopped and as I was quite busy in squinting the surroundings, I bumped into her back. She turned around and pointed at the floor. Following her gaze I saw a pair of black flat pumps. I then remembered that I was bare feet. I hastily slipped them on.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

What kept me stable. Natalie's party was going to be a blast. The teen was a Potterhead like I've never seen before. She'd showed me pictures of her room on her phone. Everything was done in Hufflepuff's black and yellow. She even had a stuffed toy badger she'd named Puffles.

Thug One nods his dark, closely cropped head. “Dandridge is coming with us,” he says in a deep voice that one would expect from someone his size. Harry slowly lowers the bat and takes two steps in my direction. I keep my pepper spray trained on him because he’s still got the bat. The buckets of sweat dripping off Harry’s face are telling and there’s a good chance he might pee his pants any second. His willy is still hanging out and this is not something I care to see.

Peter interjected, even more confused. "I don't seek vengeance for family feuds, but that bastard attacked my friend. When I went to retaliate, I discovered he was a lunatic, so I used all my strength to cripple him," Harry explained. "Is your friend alright?" Peter's question made me reassess my perception of his ruthlessness. "She's fine. A skilled healer with a strong foundation in magic," Harry said, referring to Lisa. "What else is in your circle other than werewolf, vampire and magician? Monsters?" Peter, the only human present, was at a loss for words.

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."

she said, pressing her forehead on the car window. “School principal? Mrs. Castelo? Arnold? Does anyone ring a bell to you?” I snarled, hating how I ended up having a wife. “Oh, Arnold, the bully,” She lifted an eyebrow as she turned to me. “Yeah, I remember Dudley Dursley. Why?” “Who?” My forehead creased, thinking about where I heard his name. “Dudley Dursley, Harry Potter’s obese and insolent cousin. What about him? Them?” She asked again.