Dark Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Caspian and Lucas exchanged glances, clearly aware that things between me and Harry were far from resolved. “I’ll go get us something to eat,” Lucas said suddenly, breaking the silence. He glanced at Caspian, who nodded in agreement. “Come with me?” Caspian stood, giving me a quick, reassuring glance before following Lucas out of the room, leaving me alone with Harry. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Harry turned to me, his eyes blazing with anger. “This isn’t over,” he hissed, his voice low and furious. “You can play the concerned daughter all you want, but I see through it. I see through all your plans and I won't let Robert be your puppet.”

Instantly, all eyes shifted from me to the newcomer. The warriors and the small crowd of onlookers immediately turned and bowed deeply as the man approached. Lifting my eyes, I saw a young man with an air of undeniable charisma. His spiky brunette hair, square jaw, and deep blue eyes exuded a quiet strength. Despite his imposing presence, I found it hard to believe he could be the Dark Lord. Beside him stood a younger boy, whose face seemed like it had been meticulously sculpted to perfection, radiating a similar aura of authority.

Hangovers were rare for me, but when I had one, it was always bad. I stretched out on the couch, closed my eyes tightly, and tried to go back to sleep. I thought I could finally find some peace, but after a while, I heard someone knocking on the door. I groaned, my head still pounding. I walked toward the door, my eyes half-closed. As I opened the door, a resounding slap brought me fully awake. My eyes widened, not expecting such a hard slap. Upon opening my eyes, I saw Solana standing in front of me, furious.

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”

She yelled and try to walk away but not so fast as Harry grabbed her. And it all happened once,he sent all the makeup kits on the table crushing and breaking on the floor, he placed her on the table and whirled her around so he could have her back, he lifted her gown to her waist level and came behind her. He tore her pant,he was so angry.. His animalistic urge had taken over him. "I will show you how a beast behaves" he whispered huskily into her ears making her shiver,his hand grabbed her face and crushed his lips with hers,all bethels pleas fell on deaf ears as Harry was already consumed with his dark past.

The door slammed shut behind us. Harry’s hand tightened in my hair, yanking my head back. “You’re such a pain,” he spat, his voice dripping with venom. “Do you know how much trouble you’ve caused me?” Tears burned my eyes. “Harry, please,” I whispered. “Why are you doing this?” He sneered, jerking his chin toward the far end of the room. “Don’t ask me. Ask him.” A low, guttural growl echoed from the shadows.

I order him. Harry quickly pull off his briefs and hurries into the pool to part my legs and feast on my sex. Just at the fucking dying minute, Andrei appears from no where and hollers! “Don’t you dare, young man!” I visibly shake, likewise Harry. Oh…no. Daddy’s second right hand man just saw me about to be sucked. I hope he's not going to tell David. He’s not consented to me to have a boyfriend.

He and the arrogant jerk had gone to the same high school before Harry had ratted him out for smoking and got him expelled. So this girl was Harry’s fiancée? He almost laughed. Revenge was best served cold and it was freezing now.

Dumbledore said, made a small pause, and then continued. "The Dark Lord then took note of the pregnant couples that had fought against him in the time and that had the birth of their child foreseen for the end of July. Two couples matched the circumstances; The Potters and the Longbottoms. The young Death Eater, who had made the report of the prophecy, then took notice that one of the women targeted was his sweetheart since childhood, and came to me, asking that I help her." Dumbledore made a pause while some students passed by them, and continued talking.

“Thank you.” I mentioned softly just before he pulled close to me as if to catch a sniff of my scent but before he could, a hand caught him and jerked him aback. When I raised my head, it was to the sight of Darius. His eyes were red. Very red. I tried to hide my fear but it shimmered effortlessly despite how hard I tried and I shuffled backwards, my heart heavy in my chest. Darius opened his lips and words tumbled out. “She's mine, Harry. Get that to your thick skull. Never touch.”