What If Harry Potter Was In Slytherin Novels & Stories

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

So I got myself a spot and sat down as thoughts of what might be happening between the two filled my head. I felt bad. I felt like I was all alone in the world even though there was loud music deafening my ears from the background. “Hey, kyle who invited you?” I heard an unfriendly familiar voice say. I lifted my head to see that it was Harry, boyfriend to Bella. Many believe that Harry will become one of the greatest warlocks as soon as he clocks eighteen and as such, they see him and Bella as a power couple. Unlike Bella, Harry is calmer and a bit friendly but I know better than to engage him in a chat as that could provoke his over a possessive girlfriend.

“Trust me, Alex isn’t bad, and enough of the Slytherin bashing. Plus, you’re the one wearing the skin of the humans’ belief in the good mage.” Siobhanny covered her face with her hands and burst into sobs. “How could I’ve been so wrong, prejudiced, fill in your own boring blank?” She peeked up through her — crocodile — tears, and I crossed my arms. “It’s almost like sorcereses haven’t been waging war with mages for centuries or being attacked by wolves.” I snorted. “When were you attacked by a wolve?” Harry’s robes bled into a scarlet hood, when a wicker basket now swung over a slender arm. I gaped at the butthole LLRH, as she slyly studied me back.

"We can go after we celebrate their engagement." "Then will you wear a Slytherin uniform I brought for you for this trip?" I shift in my seat and peek over. "You brought a Harry Potter costume for this trip." "What? I brought my Gryffindor uniform. We are going to act a forbidden romance between the two houses." "Oh gross," Liam gagged next to him, making Lily giggle. "No one wants to hear that, bro." "Sometimes I feel like Mom had dropped him secretly without Dad and I noticing," Rex whispers, making me laugh.

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

The merciless punisher; anyone who opposed him faced a vicious animal. He was compared to Voldemort in Harry Potter —he who shall not be named or whatever. We all knew it was him behind the attacks, but we could only hope that it wasn’t. After all, hadn’t we convinced ourselves that fear was just a product of our creative minds? I looked over at Lily, who was rocking back and forth. Could she be wrong and misinformed? I pray she is wrong!

Toy cars littered the front path in a rough circle around an overturned milk crate. A rust-stained bedsheet hung diagonally across the walkway, tied between a tree and the fence like a makeshift barricade. Beneath it crouched a small boy with a plastic ice-cream container jammed over his head like a helmet. He pointed a wooden stick at my chest. “Are you a Slytherin?” he asked, speaking through a heavy lisp. “Sorry?” “You can only come in if you’re from Gryffindor.” Freckles dusted his nose like toasted crumbs.

But I couldn't say that so instead I went, "I am thankful for the opportunity my prince but I would have been even more grateful if I wasn't thrust into a bloodbath Academy where all my enemies would be camped." "I think it's the perfect place for you because no sensible slave would have the temerity to make me do their bidding. And even have the audacity to question me for it. Let me give you advice slave, those wits you think you have you better put them to use. Now get out." He said coldly. I clutched my dress by my side tightly, looking at him. I couldn't believe how quickly he changed. This was the Shadow Prince, the Royal Lycan Prince and I was a fool to let my guard down even for a bi

Drake says, trying to keep a straight face. “My son showed me the movies, and what can I say, I’m hooked. I even took the Quiz on Potter and it turns out I’m a Slytherin. Who would have thunk it?” Grace replies. “That explains so much.” Lydia mumbled under her breath, “If you loved the movies, you should read the books. They’re amazing, and they left out one of my favorite characters, Peeves. And I just feel like they didn’t portray Ginny very well in the movies. Like not only is she beautiful, but she’s also extremely smart, and an incredible dueler. She had a crush on Harry when they first met at the train station, and she’s been in love with him since he rescued her from the Basilisks, bu