Dark Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The word echoed in my head like poison. Harry chuckled. Not softly, not nervously. But with a cold confidence that made the night feel even darker. “You always overestimate yourself, Headmistress Morwen.” His voice was so calm but scary. “You think you can control her the way you control every other student in this academy. You think your shadows are enough. But you’re wrong.” Headmistress Morwen’s lips curled. “ Don't you dare?” Harry pushed off the fountain and stepped closer, closing the space between them. He wasn’t tall enough to tower over her, but somehow, his presence made her seem smaller, weaker, even as power radiated from her.

The energy in the room was changing, it was cold at the beginning then turn to hot moments later when Shani poured the black potion into the pot. Then I was feeling the extreme pain all over my body, just like the first day I was sent down to hell. "Argghhh... ugghh....." She kept on chanting her words, my blood boiled inside me, my vision was blurry. I was gripping the table when my legs were having a hard time supporting my body. I tried to keep it all in, I didn't want to stop her from the ritual. She already glanced back and forth at me. But I looked into her eyes, somehow telling her that I was good and that she should hurry with the process.

Because I might be. "Oh my god," I let out as I drive away, my hands shaking and my whole body covered in goosebumps. My wolf is still trying to get me to come back and fight those bitches but I absolutely won't do that. That was one hundred percent witchcraft and I don't know shit about it except it's evil, "Oh my fucking god." That's why Farrow is so weak, he's fated to a witch who's fucking consuming him or something... and letting her old friend consume him too? I don't know, but whatever that is, is sick. And twisted. And scary.

Vendors called out their wares, the scent of fresh bread and spices filling the air. Then, Aurora stopped. Draven watched as she turned her head, her eyes drawn toward a small display of flowers. She reached out, her fingers grazing the petals as if they were calling to her. His heart clenched. A charm. The flowers had been poisoned with magic. His vision shifted again, and a shadow moved behind her. A man stepped out—his face hidden beneath a large hood. Draven’s jaw tightened as he watched the stranger reach for Aurora. The moment his fingers brushed against her skin, Aurora’s body tensed.

“Damn it, not to the point of insanity.” “Oh, you need to come?” she asked, backing away. “It would be nice,” he gritted out. “I’m sure. But since you nearly brought me to climax eight times before denying me, that makes me cranky and you fair game. And you’ve got seven more frustrating cool downs coming your way.” With those words, Luc came out of his sensual haze and opened his eyes. Dark, hungry, endless, his stare focused on her and promised payback if she continued down this path.

And Harry's pupils immediately turn red just like mine then he starts shifting into his wolf which is two times my size, but I am not a scared because I am the Alpha of the Blue Wave pack, more stronger than Harry would ever be, even though he killed an Alpha to get to this level and accompanied it with antidotes to make his wolf different. On seeing that all his wolves have been killed by my men, Harry comes rushing into me to claw me, but I dodge and we wrestle, tumbling on the ground and damaging things. We fought so hard, injuring ourselves in the process and trying so hard to bite each other with the mouth of our wolves, and even though Harry's claws are poisonous and make me weak, I wo

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

She wanted to live with her sons but he continued to come after her. “She hates us, Helder. She would never be ours. All because of those damn children,” Harry sobbed with visible rage, throwing the vase in his room. Losing his mind after all his attempts ended up in vain. “Was I a mistake?” Helder gulped, perturbed at the condition of the room Harry had created that was vexing him. “According to her, yes. She would never love you.” He growled, giving the same resentment to Helder. A year passed after Lark’s death and Harry didn’t stop. He started using emotional attacks on her when she resisted.

Because right now I wasn't sure if I could enjoy anything with someone after tasting the dark lord. My fire kindled by my own thoughts, I slid a hand into his hair and pulled him closer. “Harder!” I whispered, flipping my hair with my free hand to the back to avoid obstruction. “Bite me harder.” I paused for a second to access his expression, his hair was pouring now looking very lush and silky. I then whispered, "Fucking possess me."

“Maybe he didn’t love me at all, or perhaps he saw me merely as a tool. Katherine, I looked into his heart. The darkness runs deep. It’s rooted in his core.” “What does that mean?” “It means that darkness truly controls him, and now we might not get the life we wanted,” Darius explained. “Darius, I don’t understand. What has Acan done?” “He wants the Dark Ones eliminated, and who better to send after them than the Dark Prince?” Darius said. “Like… Like a hunt?” I asked, using the softer word, but Darius shook his head. My heart sank. “Like… Like war?” “Like war,” he confirmed.