Potter Puppet Pals Harry Novels & Stories

“I’m not touching that. I’ll get tetanus or something.” Harry glanced over at me with a flat, unimpressed look. “And you think I’m going to touch it?” I tried to stare him down. “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who wanted to be the hero. So go ahead and be the hero, Harry. Open it. Don’t let me stand in your way.” Harry looked at the knob, then at me, then back at the knob, and the devil grinned. I expected something stupid like ‘open sesame’ or ‘alohomora’. But nope, he had to be dumb but piss me off at the same time as well.

I change into my comfy pumpkin pjs and furry tanktop while harry gets changed into sweatpants he apparently got with him and I lend him his shirt, but just for tonight with a promise to return it back in the morning . Along with kisses and cuddling. We decide to have a moviethon with popcorn and cold drink. Lots of it. We also order a pizza for dinner. I pop us some popcorns while he sets the movie and get us blankets .We decide on the harry potter series since its long and interesting and also because we have discovered that we're both potterheads.

I just pray I get out of here soon; I don’t know how much more of this I can take. ‘Pussy cat,’ I blink slowly and smile at Harry. He’s so happy playing by himself, but I wonder if he has anyone around his age to play with. Perhaps he’s one of those kids who like being alone? He turns on his knees, giving me a full view of his face, and I think the world around me has stopped moving. Can that happen inside of this subconscious world Vasara dragged me into? I swallow past the lump in my throat, and I can’t tear my eyes away from Harry. There is something so familiar about him.

LUCAS'S POV "Dude, Sophia is going to go crazy when she sees this badass surprise. You are the main deal my buddy, no way I could ever pull up something charming like this!" Harry said, rubbing his two palms laden with aesthetic rings together with a playful grin that touches his eyes as he takes in the supposed romantic scene.

“Let us begin. Just take it easy Uncles.” There were a couple of yelps of surprise but the process had started and within minutes there were three teams. Mike Watson found himself inside the yard with Brian. Brian grinned at him and patted his shoulder. “Is everyone all right?” Luke asked the pale boys. “What was that?” one of the boys asked carefully. “Have you seen the Harry Potter movies?” Luke replied quickly. “Yeah?” “The sorting hat? That’s what just happened.” Luke said and grinned. The boys were confused but then Brian and James started bringing out the whippers and leaf blowers and the chainsaws.

It is hard to chew it as I try my best to smile innocently at Sky who sighs and pokes my full cheeks, commenting that I look like a chipmunk. “Option one from about two hundred and fifty years ago, the Harry Potter Series.” Lia chimes in, motioning the pile of seven movie sitting on the edge of the coffee table. I laugh, watching as Lia begins to take the first movie – Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone. I movie full of magic and a revolution at the end. Seems fitting to what I am dealing with right now. “What the other option?” Sky asks, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pressing a kiss on my forehead.

"Yes, stop. Lower the lever." Sean furrowed his brows in focus, then he did as Harriet said. Sean had never played this game before, and he thought it would be so easy, it turned out to be the opposite. Sean even thought that this puppet machine was just a gimmick because it was too difficult. His assumption is getting stronger even more now that he has failed to get a stuffed penguin for Harriet. "Daddy failed again." said Harriet with her face limp. "Come on Daddy, let's just end the game of catching dolls."

But if a seven-year-old wanted to read the entire Harry Potter series in a week, Kiara was not going to discourage it. Kiara’s blue eyes flicked over to where her niece leaned against the trunk of the sugar maple tree with green leaves and small greenish yellow flowers above her. She sat on grass that was already lush and green thanks to the pack Omega’s and city maintenance crews. Unlike her sister’s unruly curls, Marie had straight dark auburn hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her bright warm honey eyes devoured the words on the page in front of her. In her young mind, Marie wore Hogwarts robes that were in the Ravenclaw colors. In reality, she wore knee length khaki shorts and a pur

Alive. "Okay, just fine," Harry chuckled, rubbing his fat hands. “Now let’s see what your puppies say…” For a few minutes, Harry typed intently, snorted, then began to laugh, reading aloud especially liked moments. And then something pissed him off. He didn't say what, just slammed the laptop shut, tossed it on a chair, and looked at Kit with eyes filled with malice. Probably, according to the rules of the game, now he will begin to punish her?

“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?”