Personality Quizzes Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“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.

"Lennox is my exception, Mom, and he hasn't even been sorted—" "Your mom sorted me last year," I interject, recognizing her deep love for Harry Potter. Regina nods firmly, affirming her decision. "He's Gryffindor." I blow a playful kiss in Ashton's direction, taunting him. He licks his lips, attempting to maintain a serious expression, but fails to hide his amusement. Regina observes us for a moment longer before inquiring once again, "Do you happen to know anyone who might be interested in dating Tony, perhaps?"

Day job as a cataloging library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can’t decide). Started out reading with the Baby-Sitters Club. Then moved to Sandra Brown, Linda Howard, Julie Garwood, and LaVyrle Spencer in high school. Now all over the place with her romance reading tastes. Find her online at www.LindaKage.com Facebook Twitter Instagram

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

“I didn’t give you a signal, I walked away, and I think you should do the same thing.” Harry ignored that when he came closer leaning against the sinks next to him. “I think you’ll find I’m a good listener. I’m a psychiatrist.” “Do you want a medal?” Derrick muttered dryly glaring at him. “Nope, but I’m a strange with no judgement.” “I don’t tell my problems to strangers.” “You should try,” Harry murmured trailing his eyes up and down him. “You’re like a wet dream for this profession.” Derrick licked his lips slowly turning to face him and looked him in the eyes. “I’m a what?”

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

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 finally asks me the question, but it was gonna be harder to answer than I thought. Of course I wanna say, yes you are a bad person! Due to the whole kidnapping two people thing, but I can't for two reasons. The first? obviously he might get angry and god knows what he'll do to me, but two for some reason a part of me is saying maybe he isn't a bad person. I know I sound so incredibly dumb for thinking that with everything he has done, but I can't help but feel bad for him, he had a pretty tough upbringing, with a mother that didn't care and a father that tried his best. But what also comes to mind is the times when he's acted so different, a few times now he's been so nice and acted like

His eyes reminded me of a puppy. I smiled. "Yeah, for like, two hours." "Then how many hours does a guy need to get your number?" He was still looking at me, the moonlight shone on his face, making it harder for me to tell him that he'd never get my number. "Mey, what does it take for a guy to get your number?" "You tell me the three unforgivable spells in Harry Potter." He fished out his cell phone, probably going to Google it up, so I quickly added, "by reading the book, without searching the Internet, and I'd give you my number."

“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?”