Tracey Harry Potter Novels & Stories

A misunderstanding could happen and that was the last thing I had ever wanted. "Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

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.

"Mind if I sit down?" "No, not at all." Travis walked around and sit on the bench opposite me. He took up the book that I rested on the table earlier and read the title out loud. "'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'." He looked up at me. "So, you like Harry Potter?" "Who doesn't?" I say with mock horror, crossing my arms in the process. He held up his palm in defence. "You're not getting any argument from me here." "Good," I said in the same playful, defensive tone.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

she said. I closed the door without looking back. I teleported into the bar. Harry was nowhere in view. There were some women in his office. "He loves women, he’ll be doomed soon." I laughed. I waited for him at the entrance. The lady in the office had blonde hair just like the one Harry showed me on his phone. I took a step to go see her. Clear all doubts that Tristan has been breeding once and for all. I stood up from where I was seated; it was a bit far. When I got to the door. She was no longer there. "Could I have been hallucinating?"

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

The girls had also asked about how his classes had gone during the morning and he updated them. Erik had just taken a sip from his cup, when he heard hasty footsteps. He looked at the door and saw a brown bush-haired girl with Gryffindor colors entering the room and freezing as soon as she entered. She looked around the 'new' classroom with wide and curious eyes, and then she saw Erik sitting behind the Professor's desk sipping his coffee. While she was staring at him with wide eyes, two other males students, a black haired one and a red haired one, entered the classroom. Erik recognized the black haired one, it was Harry Potter. Both male students stopped behind the female one and were pant

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have any girl in this class with silver hair.” “Huh?” The word slipped out before I could stop it. I glanced back at John, then leaned forward. “My son—Harry, he’s in this class and he swears there’s a little girl with silver hair. He said she sits by the window and he even tried talking to her, but she wouldn’t respond.”

Ariadne manages. The woman laughs, a roughness to her that's so uncharacteristic of a doctor. "Not formally." She offers her hand, and Ariadne shakes it. "I'm Tracey, the Rose Wolf. It's nice to meet you." "Do you know why I'm here?" Ariadne asks, taking a seat while the Doctor patches Victor up. "You wanted to ask about Gordon," Tracey rightly says, a curtain of dark hair covering her face as she leans into Victor's space. "I know a few things. He's a dangerous man."

"Okay. You got a point there. You can pick me up in an hour or so." Harry clicked over and returned to his other call. "Roger, you have no idea. She is the hottest piece of ass you will ever, ever see." Harry had been on the phone calling a couple of his buddies. It's the first time he told anyone about Tracy. "Harry, I'm just going to have see this for myself. It's not that I don't believe you...ah hell. I don't believe you!" He laughed. "Alright, alright. Fair enough. Why don't you stop by and see for yourself?"