Saddest Harry Potter Facts Novels & Stories

Then back at her. Absolutely not. Harry was my younger cousin. Twenty-three. Rich, reckless, and had the attention span of a goldfish. He’d been kicked out of two colleges for fighting, and last I heard he was “investing” in crypto by day and racing motorcycles by night. He flirted with anything that breathed and left a trail of crying girls behind him. And Shula, my Shula, who blushed at the word ‘virgin’, was practically vibrating at the sound of his name.

“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.

Slowly, I travelled my head back towards her direction as I see her smile beginning to fade as she looks at me intently and I think she realized that something was not right, “What is wrong Merry? You look really sad.” My tears beginning to escape my eyes and I completely lost my shit as I started crying in front of the enchantress, “Oh Merry what happened? C’mere!” She exclaims while she opens her arms and gives me a warm embrace. She rubs my back and runs her palm over her spine continuously. “Did something terrible happen? What’s wrong?” She questions, sounding worried. I shake my head sideways, “Harry’s gone. He left me.” “Harry wouldn’t.” She responds, sounding in disbelief. “Harry coul

For a moment, Harry's smile faltered, but he quickly recovered and agreed. He had spent seven years carefully setting a trap and playing his part, enduring everything. In the end, he got nothing. That was why he had gone mad, colluded with his female friend to destroy me in the cruelest way ever, and driven my parents to desperation so he could claim everything he had coveted. There was no way I was going to let him get away with it. A mudball should stay in the bottomless swamp where it belonged.

His words felt like nails scratching in my head, increasing my irritation and anger both, “You are dumber than me. Do you really think that you can get to Alessio by harming me?” Harry shook his head with a wide grin, “No. He is going to lose his mate to a tragedy. Then maybe he will go mad. Maybe he will go in depression. Whatever the case will be, we will enjoy it and have fun.” “Oh my god…” I groaned, cringing, “seriously? Do you think this is some kind of TV drama where you can take over the reign of a nation by killing a girl that hero is paired with?” Harry narrowed his eyes. “You don’t need to be concerned about that.”

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous. Wanna know what happened? The email. That’s what.” Lucas looked genuinely confused. “Email? What email?” Zehra faltered. “The email you sent,” “What the fu–” “Don’t swear!” she exclaimed, covering her ears. The teacher stopped fangirling about Harry Potter and turned to them. Lucas straightened. “Ms. Evans, we were just discussing how the masterpiece of JK Rowling contain absolutely no swear words except in the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when Molly Weasley swears at Bellatrix Lestrange for duelling with her daughter Ginny.”

“The worst rumor of them all came on some random day while I was in class. I still remember every detail of that day- what I was wearing, what class I was having, and the time when I heard the rumor.” “What was it about?” I asked. “I can’t,” Harry said. He stood up and walked a few steps away from me. He was having a hard time getting a handle on his emotions. He was trying his hardest not to cry. I felt so bad for him, not only because of what he had gone through but also because I could relate. I too had a day whose details I remembered. What I was wearing, what I had had for lunch, and even insignificant details like the color of the ceiling of that particular room. They were memories tha

She promised him that they would give him a little niece to make him happy, if anything happened to Harry, the medicine would not be available, they could not have children for the rest of their lives. In addition to being unable to bear children, he also suffers from toxic hair. Losing a Harry will bring a lot of serious consequences, not worth it no matter how you look at it. So pulse is really the devil! As Lisa's voice fell, Mark's face became even more ugly. I hate the feeling of being controlled by someone else!

I just find it easy to tell her how sorry I am because I want her to see the sincerity of my heart. “What are you doing here?” “I told you I would bring you here, why did you leave without me?” I had gone to check up on Harry at the dungeons after I got a call from Baba that he was losing consciousness after I stabbed him with the knife, I knew it was going to be the most painful and horrible thing that would ever happen to him but as a wolf, he was supposed to survive it but after I got a call that he was dying was when we realized, the little bastard was half-wolf.

"Alright." … Harry soon woke up at the hospital. The doctor explained that his fainting was caused by a combination of claustrophobia and low blood sugar. He would be discharged after some glucose and rest. "Hi, Chet," Harry greeted obediently when he saw Chester walk in. Harry was the youngest in his family at 18 years old. His second brother was a close friend of Chester. Despite that, Harry feared Chester more than his own brothers. Chester might seem gentlemanly and approachable on the surface, but he was a ruthless man, efficient and predatory.