Script Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"Cassandra I told you to stay away from mischief and try not to kill someone. Most importantly why would you even even engage yourself with those despicable human affairs. James got furious and slammed the table after hearing the word 'despicable' and left the table. He has his soft spot for humans and ofcourse he has temper like us. We watched him go and started our argument again. "They were trying to harass her and I can't let that happen." I defended myself.

― 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.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

he added. “You should be! I have a gift for you,” Harry said, gesturing for Shadrach to take a seat on the couch. “So, what’s the news?” Shadrach asked. Harry was meticulous in his work, and despite being in his forties, he was well-groomed. He was Shadrach’s father’s most trusted associate and the son of the driver who had dropped Shadrach off at the hospital the other day. Harry’s family had always been loyal to Shadrach’s family, assisting him in covering up a few things. Additionally, Harry was an IT expert, and it wouldn’t take him long to gather the information he needed.

“Rash was following you off on this wild grouper chase. I’m outta here.” Harry flicked his tail, propelling himself in front of the deserter. He inhaled enough water to inflate his gills to three times their normal size. He could do intimidat-ing better than any punk kid. “You aren’t going anywhere. You signed on for this, and you’ll finish it.” Harry grinned, all of his teeth gleaming white. He knew because he’d paid those Spanish hogfish to do an extra good job. Intimidation could work wonders in a showdown. He wasn’t about to get beat by this piece of floating garbage.

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

Safe Word: Penis Way to go Neal. Harry had to change seats with Olivia who was on my right so he can save my drinks later as soon as I won’t be able to take more shots. The sound of this game already makes me nervous and even though Harry was kind enough to take these shots for me, I don’t want him to get all drunk. “You have to say something about you man or else you’ll take all three shots.” Zion smiles cutely as he teases Harry. Harry groans inwardly, “Stop with the pressure. Alright I will participate.” He paused, trying to think what he can tell the circle.

Furious, he stared icily at Harry and questioned, "Who are you?" Harry was thrilled to note the change in Franklin's expression. He thought he'd succeeded in inciting Franklin, which meant that Damian would have hell to pay. "My name is Harry Sawyer, Mr. Webb. I'm from Spencer Corporation. You don't need to thank me for exposing these two vermin to you. I'm honored to do my part in ensuring that nothing disrupts the celebration!" Franklin wanted to curse. Hah! As if he felt thankful! With a stormy look in his eyes, he slapped Harry right across the face, roaring in anger, "You look like the vermin to me!"

“But we’ll have someone else go undercover, or my son will never let us hear the end of it.” I can only nod to that because he’s not wrong on that. As the meeting breaks up, I catch sight of movement through the window, and my attention shifts completely. In the training yard below, Harry, who is now seven and sprouting up like a weed, is sparring with a retired Dylan and three other pack warriors. His movements are confident and he’s no longer the scared little boy who used to have shifting episodes. "Look at him," I murmur, watching Harry duck under Dylan’s swing and counter with a move that would make Wolfgang proud.

Olivia’s hands shakes as she gripped the gun. Suddenly, a familiar voice comes through the noise. “Victor!” Sergei was standing at the end of the way, a cruel smile on his face. He was holding a gun in one hand and a phone in the other. “It’s been too long,” Sergei said, his voice was mocking. Victor raised his weapon. “Let her go, Sergei. This is between you and me.” Sergei chuckled. “Oh, Victor, you still don’t get it? This isn’t just about her. This is about destroying everything you’ve built.”