Dark Harry Potter Slash Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I feel the burning of the knife in my back. "I have saved your life, and you do this to me. It is shameful that you are such a fool. My spell will not die with me. You have to stand your death sentence. You will die with me here tonight. It is a very powerful spouse, and it cannot be removed unless I do it, and I won't do it cause you put a knife in my back," I say. I know I am dying slowly, but so is my murderer. I close my eyes, and I know I will feel no peace. I know there is no good place where dark witches can go. I also know that Harry will end up where I will be because we are not good creatures. We will end up in hell with all the dark gods. I do not know if I am happy or sad. I hear

I said. Immediately, one of the men yanked my hair back and punched me across the face. Blood dripped from my lips. “I’ve been watching you from the shadows, Ethan. You have no idea what kind of game you’re trying to play with the Blackwoods. Watch your back while you still can,” Caspian warned calmly. The calmness in his voice made my stomach churn. It confirmed what I already suspected—the Blackwoods were far worse than they appeared. “I’m not sleeping with Marlene. If I were, I wouldn’t hide it,” I said. His eyes darkened.

Dante drew on his gaze, as if trying to catch him in a lie, but Harry burst out giggling. “That was funny! I told you that I am not my brother's puppet, why would you even think that I would do his bidding for him?” “He is your older brother, the two of you get along fine, so I don't see any reason why you would want to get rid of him” “What if I tell you that he is not my father's child and does not deserve to sit on that throne in the first place” “He is a Lycan!” Dante refuted, and that word seemed like a trigger for Harry, who snarled at him.

And despite everything I did for her, Sharon still plotted to end my life. There was no way I would make the same mistake again. Harry looked up at me, his expression one of calculated vulnerability. "If I don't get into university, my father will force me into some dead-end factory job to support us. I really want to keep studying. Please, this would be like saving my life. I'll do anything to repay you." Sharon's frustration boiled over. "Are you really trying to drive Harry to his death before you stop?" I took several steps back, wanting distance from their escalating intensity, as if it could somehow contaminate me.

My heart raced with anticipation as I walked through the dimly lit halls of Hogwarts. The stones felt cold beneath my feet, but I barely noticed, too consumed by the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Today was the day. Finally, after months of flirting, stolen glances, and lingering touches, Harry and I would be together. I smoothed down my black robes, hoping I looked alluring. Underneath, I wore a lacy red bra and panty set I'd purchased in Diagon Alley, just for this occasion. My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace.

**Chapter 5: Claimed in the Shadows** Jack Blackwood’s mouth was relentless, devouring hers with a hunger that stole what little breath Sora had left. His hand gripped her thick waist, fingers digging possessively into the soft, yielding flesh that Melvin had always mocked. Instead of pulling away in disgust, Jack groaned low in his throat, pulling her even closer until her heavy breasts pressed firmly against his hard chest.

Another wave of tears rolls through me as I weep and sob in the middle of a battleground. I hate myself. I hate myself so much for making the wrong choices and keeping secrets from people I wasn't supposed to keep secrets from. This is all my fault. Stupid Isla. Stupid Isla. Stupid Isla. As I continue to drown in my own wallow, I hear a loud sound before the sounds of choking. I look up through teary eyes to see that Harry has slashed his own brother with his own knife. Oh my god. I choke out, gasping as I use one of my hands to clamp my mouth shut before screaming out what I'm not supposed to.

Man, they were were as cold as ever, also hypnotizing as fuck. "Harry" His name dropped from my mouth in a whisper, and with the way he looked at me darkly, I just knew tonight was about to get insane. I'm gonna have to start drinking now.

“And you are just like him. And I hate you!” He spat blood to the side, still glaring at me. “If you keep this hatred, it’ll be the death of you, not me.” I leaned in close, brushing my fingers over the split in his lip before driving my shadows into his gut as I whispered. “Then I’ll make sure you die first…” I poured all of my magic into his burning, not holding back at all. And the shadows didn’t disappoint. They poured out of me like legions. They tore at his skin, curling and whipping, leaving long, burning marks across his arms and chest.