Students Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"This is not high school anymore." "Oh you've not seen anything, Saira." Harry spoke up. "He was way worse in high school. One time he made a boy eat dog poop." "What?!" Her eyes widened in shock. "Seriously?". She narrowed her eyes at him. "So you were a bully in high school? Man, you should be glad I didn't go to that school or else I'd have taught you a lesson. I don't like bullies." "I've been meaning to ask which school you attended." He ignored the rest of what she said. "Thank you blabbermouth." He glared at Harry.

We then looked at him who was staring at us angrily. “You Mr...?” The Professor pointed his marker to Harry. “Harry. Harry Wilson.” Harry replied. Then the Professor looked at me and I said “Stella Jones.” “Yeah! Mr. Wilson and Ms. Jones! Am I disturbing you?” He shouted. “No professor carry on.” Harry replied. I looked at him with widened eyes. The professor grew angry and shouted “Mr. Wilson! Out of the classroom. Now.” Without saying anything, Harry stood from the chair and started leaving the classroom. But before he left the classroom, he turned to me and shouted “Stella! Come out. You said the class was boring.”

"What I always do at the beginning of every class grade." Harry smiled as he reminded himself that his friend had been the School Prefect, straight, for four years. "You realise this is the twelfth grade, which means the last year in highschool, you should really prepare a much more, should I say, 'memorable speech'." "Boy, you really do underestimate me, don't you?" said Anderson, a wry smile drawn across his face. "Okay, okay," said Harry, hands in the air as if to say, "you win." "I shouldn't have underestimated you."

Once more Harry got everything he’s ever wanted and I was left with nothing. I roll to my side on the bed and I keep reminding me that we were younger back then, Harry couldn’t have done it on purpose. I shake my head trying to get those thoughts out of my head but she keeps popping back up again, her name was Sara, she was a Spanish bomb and an foreign student at our university. I remember when I saw her for the first time my heart almost stopped with her beauty, her brown eyes and tanned skin made me delusional. I was always high at that time and obviously she paid more attention to Harry than she did to me. Until the day of the party, we were on our first year of uni and there was a party

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You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make till the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the gods above Can separate the two of us I hummed softly along and he looked over at me. "Big fan,huh?" "No, just one of them." I pulled over into the parking lot. "Who's this unlucky guy?" "One, he's not unlucky. Two, it's Harry." We walked towards my locker. "Harry Styles?" "No," I rolled my eyes at him. "Harry Potter." "Haha, really funny." He said as I slammed my locker shut. I turned on my heels and coffee spilled on my shirt. Way to start Friday morning. "Watch the hell where you're going." The voice barked.

Yet, here I am, in a castle where I’m about to attend school. “Do the stairs change positions?” I whisper to Forrest, since he is the closest to me. He raises an eyebrow. “Why would they do that?” “Never mind,” I mumble. Right. I forgot. They don’t even know what Harry Potter is. “Explain yourself,” he demands, not leaving me room to argue. I roll my eyes. Forrest truly is the “alpha.” “It’s from this movie,” I say, waving my hand. Though, it’s much more than just a movie. It’s easier to explain it this way though.

The diagrams on the primeval wall were chiefly of slaughtered wolfs, vampires and witches—or wizards, hiding behind trees; drawn with an organized assembly of long, dark strokes, and the moon. Harold's torch shifted with curiosity and it landed on another writing. “FRANCIS, 1993.” ≈≈≈ “Who's Francis?” Harold asked none of them in particular. His voice was unusually high-pitched and he didn't expect a reply from either of them. He was surprised when Trisha; like an hypnotized being, walked to the inscription, placed a few fingers on the engraved writing and said; “Francis was a wizard. One of the smartest students to have ever passed through this school. At least he was, until something dread

said Ava in a taunting tone. " That's not the point, girls shouldn't travel alone. They should always be in packs or at least a duo. " countered Ava. "What the hell do you mean? " asked Mandy, sounding stunned. "Haven't you watched or read Harry Potter Mandy?" inquired Tori. "How is that related? " asked Mandy. " Hermione Granger went to the library alone and got stupefied," said Ava. "Katie bell went to the restroom alone and got cursed," added Tori.

But again he loves kids. Xander surprisingly did nothing except watch uncle and nephew talking and playing. His face seems relaxed and he didn't look bothered. "Of course Lil guy. How about tomorrow." Harry suggested with a soft tone making me chuckle. "He can't. He has a school. And no skipping." Xander said with a stern voice. Here comes a professor freak. He never lets Alexander take off from school. Only if he's sick. Like come on sometimes kids should skip school too. Our parents were never strict about studies or school. Harry is studying in the last year of his masters while I already did. And we both chose our subjects and professions on our own.