Theodore Nott Harry Potter 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.

Tove provided a brief explanation. I snorted. Yeah, right. That wasn't possible. I didn't care what kind of magic they thought they had, there was no such thing as moving pictures. I'd seen one picture in my entire life, and it certainly hadn't moved. Unless someone thought the flames eating away at the edges counted as it ‘moving.' "We'll show you. I think Tove has the Harry Potter series," Tag said. "We can start tonight. Give everyone some time to process what's happened."

she said, pressing her forehead on the car window. “School principal? Mrs. Castelo? Arnold? Does anyone ring a bell to you?” I snarled, hating how I ended up having a wife. “Oh, Arnold, the bully,” She lifted an eyebrow as she turned to me. “Yeah, I remember Dudley Dursley. Why?” “Who?” My forehead creased, thinking about where I heard his name. “Dudley Dursley, Harry Potter’s obese and insolent cousin. What about him? Them?” She asked again.

I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide. “You’ve actually seen Harry fucking Potter?!” “I’ve read it. I have kids and grandkids. I need to know the things they know. Besides, even though the author was a dumbass, it’s a pretty cool story.” Cyrus nodded, “it is, right?” He winked at me. “But don’t fucking worry. I’ll die first, so I’ll let you know what it’s like.” “Don’t make jokes about that!” April said, slapping Cyrus’ arm, who pretended to be more hurt than he actually was.

Harry nodded sweetly, "Aunt Nadia." Nadia smiled and replied, "Harry is good, Aunt Nadia has prepared a lot of delicious food and toys for you. Can the nanny take me to see it?” "Yes! Harry nodded happily. Nadia gestured to the nanny already waiting outside. This girl was the person Grainne and his mother had met when they entered the house earlier.

Becky: Don't kid yourself, I think he is blind! June: lol :') "Ms.Paxton and Ms.Gomez if you don't quit using your mobile Phones we may have to send you two out! " We heard a voice from one of the Professors. We gave an apologetic look a turned off our mobiles. I was kinda embarrassed. I glanced at Harry but he still did not even notice me. I didn't know his name, I thought he looked like Harry Styles from One Direction with the Longhair and all. So for me, he was Harry.

“The Lockhart’s are one of the wealthiest families in Britain. Are she and Jade g-” “Yumm that looks delicious!” I interrupt her just in time, as we come into view of a small wooden stand, where Miss Turner, my math teacher, is stirring a large black cauldron with a silver ladle. She’s dressed as Snow White, her black hair held back by a bright red bow which perfectly matches the frames of her round Harry Potterish glasses. Even though I hate math with the passion of a million burning suns, I can’t help but like Miss Turner and her sweet, awkward math-nerd humor.

“Thanks, Harry. You may leave now.” “Not until I know how the star of the hockey team knows your name.” Of course, Harry already knows about him. Is there anyone who doesn’t know about Theo Everson, star of the Oakland Knights and the most handsome Playboy to have ever walked the earth? “We met in school today,” Theo said. “And as she said, we are classmates…”

I walked him inside, but Theo only cringed even more as all the other children's attention focused on us "Look, everything is so colorful and cool around here. Look at those shelves full of books; I bet we can find something interesting to read during recess..." "Oh, good morning." The teacher, a slightly older lady who was writing something down at her desk, finally noticed us there and approached with a smile "Hello. My name is Ms. Hill. And you must be Theodore. I heard so much about the amazing party you threw last week. Everyone in your class had a great time." She tried to smile at him, but Theo was still avoiding her gaze "Thank you for choosing our class. I'm sure we'll have a great

"No. No, you're not correct. I'm not this person. I— However, Harry had stopped listening. With a venomous tone, he turned to Nathan. "You believe you've triumphed? Nathan, you've been playing the wrong game. You don't know who you're interacting with. Harry then tossed the revolver aside with a single motion. "This is not necessary for me. None of it is necessary for me. You'll need me, though. And you're going to crawl back shortly." A distant roar shook the room, a burst of light flickering through the windows, as if on cue.