Rat Man Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I slowly nodded, not trusting my voice not to break right now. “Want to see if Chris is down for a movie marathon tonight? I’ll buy the snacks,” I could hear the smile in his voice, “It’ll be just like old times.” Chris was sitting in the row behind us, surely a middle finger to my mother. “Did I hear movie marathon and Chris?” his voice sounded from behind me. “Harry Potter?” “Hell yes!” Chris whisper-yelled, causing my mothers head to spin around like something straight out of a movie. If looks could kill; Chris would have been dead the moment her eyes met his.

Two months went by and we were also a week away from Matt's 18th birthday. The man loves to read, so I decided to buy him the complete series of Harry Potter. He loves the books more than the movies. He couldn't afford the whole series, so this is the perfect gift. And also, the wand. He is a Potter head. I saw him walking to his locker, I ran towards him and jumped on his back. "There she is." He chuckled. "You're almost eighteen." I said while hugging him. He's older than us for a few months.

Stopping, Rat pulls up his pants and says to Martin, “you a dead man.” Martin is bleeding as Larry observes the type of person Martin is. He thinks he is the perfect guy to recruit. The next day the 28s walk up to Martin, seeing the 27s is not around. Surrounding Martin. Rat tells him, “you will become my wife today.” Martin says, “no way,” as Rat grabs him by the throat and punches him through the face. “You will become my wife today,” as the other 28s hold him down and pull down his pants, Martin starts screaming. Larry, now fed up with this, walks up to Rat. The guy looks at Larry, who is twice his size, and says. “who are you? What do you want here?” Larry smiles and says, “he is with me

It's on a Saturday morning, Harry had gone to the gym for his weekend exercise with Martin's his friend. They always do this whenever they are together. Harry wears a short and free fitted T-shirt , With his musculine muscles all visible. One could tell he is athletic. He has his black durag on his head and his black and white coloured , canvas, Martins on the hand ,is on his joggers , he isn't as masculine as Harry is ,but has a nice figure,with his enticing dimples.

I spot Damian sat on the usual couch with Demi's dominant, Master Harry. Master Harry is the most terrifying person I've ever met. He's a sadist and has a resting glare on his face when he's in the club. I've seen him outside of the club before and he's a little more relaxed but still scary. Damian has threatened to get Master Harry to punish me so I learn my lesson but the threat alone is enough to make me behave. "Pretend we aren't late, and maybe they won't notice," I say as we approach them. I also see Master Adrian sat beside Damian, he's another sadist at the club but he's single at the moment.

The old man said with a nostalgic expression. "Now we are at it again. I thought they'd treated and healed you of your madness old man, but guess I'm wrong. Who did you offend old man? Because I don't understand how an old man like you is talking as if you're not from this world. Have you been watching a lot of Harry Potter series too much?" Jon asked while laughing.

It was pretty loud so I paused my music and looked up at him. "Your dad really killed his own flesh and blood," he asked me. I said yes then explained that he did because he'd been late to his birthday party. Everett's eyes were full of horror. "Maybe he really wasn't his son, although they looked the same, you know like Draco Malfoy's dad in Harry Potter," I mumbled with a grin. Everett looked off in thought and chuckled. "Your father looks identical to the character that played Draco's father in the movie, same long blonde hair and pissy disposition," he laughed heartily and I shrugged with a smile.

Ariadne doesn’t respond; instead, picking out a bottle of rum from the mini-fridge and mixing it with a can of coke. The water finally shuts off with a squeak. A moment later, Harry appears, clothed, with wet hair that he tousles dry with a towel. “Alright,” Ariadne hisses. “Speak. We gave you way more courtesy than you deserve.” Harry takes a seat without a snarky comment. He looks tired, not in the way that rest can solve. His skin is mottled and lifeless, and his eyes are dark as graveyard soil. There are two hideous scars where his scent glands used to be, and without them, he seems to be a wolf no longer.

“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?”

He had to exert all of his willpower to stand still and stop himself from kneeling on the ground. ‘This man scares the sh*t out of me! I have always known that Master Harry is not a man to be trifled with. All of his men are expert fighters, but I failed to find out anything with their background investigation. For someone who has been able to conceal their identity up to this level, this man has to be more than just Scott’s heir!’ Heath was aware of the rumor which circulated in the city, about how Harry was dying due to his deteriorating health. When he finally met him, he was certain that the rumor was bogus.