Tracey Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

they heard Harold reply, not relenting before he was rudely interrupted by the professor. “Enough, boy!” they heard him roar. “Don't even try changing the topic. I'm smarter than that and you should be, too. Why. Are. You. Here?” Trisha and Wilke's hearts began to beat hard against their ribcages and for a moment, they forgot about their own predicament. “I... I wanted to ask you, sir, about... Francis—your best friend,” they heard Harold reply and their mouths fell wide open, fully revealing their dentitions that glistened with the white light from Trisha's wand that shone on them.

She says to Uhtred, he rolls his eyes, “Whatever, geeks.” “Hey, don’t knock Harry Potter man.” Troy says coming up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I giggle and take Nicklaus from Uhtred for some much-needed baby cuddles then I open more presents from people, my sisters got me clothes and shoes, my little brother got me Harry Potter Bluetooth headphones, which are super cool but also a really strange gift. But then Troy hands me a big box with a new laptop and I suddenly realise what the headphones are for.

"It's okay, sweetheart. You know how he gets with that temper of his. I'm sure he'll come back soon enough. When he does, just apologize to him, okay?" For some reason, after saying that, something about Tracy's confidence faltered. The thick drops of blood on the floor made her heart tighten uneasily. Harry, however, seemed instantly relieved. His earlier stubbornness vanished, and he broke into a carefree smile again. Tracy rested a hand on her stomach and picked up her phone to send Ethan another message. "Let me remind you again that it's Harry's birthday. All his friends are here. Watch yourself and don't embarrass him. You can come back after everyone leaves."

A small grin found its way onto her face, breaking through her earlier tension. “And what is your name, sir?” “My name is Powell, but you can call me Shades.” “Uhh… alright, Shades. Thank you very much.” “It is my pleasure. Let me go get Harry.” Without another word, he turned and walked toward the bungalow, his steps measured and purposeful. Tracy watched him leave, her shoulders relaxing slightly now that the intensity of his presence had moved away from her. A few minutes passed. Then the door opened, and Harry stepped out, hastily trying to knot his tie as he walked. He looked like someone who had been caught off guard but was determined to recover quickly. Shades returned to his positio

Of course she got him to promise to do an interview for her always-upcoming YouTube channel. Harry joined us a while later, just back from the gym, and the sweaty version of the Persian Prince in a tight tee and running shorts was almost hotter than his casual street fashion. Before Amy and I could kill her, Trisha rested a hand on his forearm and met his eyes dead serious. “If you ever get tired of men, you have Fran’s number.” “To get in a fight with the Haunter?” “What? Oh, no. I’m saying ‘cause she has my number.”

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Xavier asked as we walked down the stairs of the entrance. "Who?" I glanced at him and realized he was looking and smiling right at America and her friends. Fucking great. I vaguely remembered the girl he was talking about: Tracey something or other who went to school in Huntsville but moved away a while back. Apparently, she was back. We walked toward them because clearly they were waiting for us to approach them, and Tracey immediately hugged Xavier. "Oh my God," she said, pulling away to look at him. "Look at you. You're all grown up."