Dark Harry Potter Slash Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Harry thought in panic as he tried to escape the two beasts that bore down on him, his friends couldn’t do anything to save him and Theo was weak. Theo watched as they grabbed Harry with his cloth which was already burning, Harry screamed in pain as the pain was unbearable, the beasts were trying to burn him alive. The hellhound that dipped his hand into his heart tried to remove the dagger but it proved abortive. The death of Carly flashed through Theo’s head, he remembered the promise of revenge for her death and now he was about to lose Harry. Tremendous anger surged through Theo, his eyes sparked blue and his veins sprouted out, they showed vividly on his body…

She wiped it harshly, still glaring at her father. Looking down at her, a burning sensation raged in his stomach. He loathed weakness and even more so if it manifested in a Sylvania. “Now, show me the headmaster’s head.” “George first.” He raised one brow. “No. Let’s do it together.” “Alright!” They both raised their hands, a bluish string unknotting from it. Then with a small explosion, followed by a puff of black smoke, the headmaster’s body appeared right in front of Dark and George on Z’s lap. Both were unconscious.

“You’ll pay for joining forces with your mother” I lunged. His sword met my claws. Stefan fought fiercely, his power pulsing with his mother’s dark energy, but I was beyond mercy. He barely blocked my next strike before I drove my knee into his chest, sending him crashing backward. As I raised my claws for the final blow, a swirl of black smoke appeared and the old wizard stepped out. “Enough!” he shouted, raising his staff. I didn’t even slow down. With a flash of golden light, I shattered his staff and plunged my claws through his heart. His eyes widened in shock before he crumbled into dust.

"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.

“Do you think she’ll survive you? Do you think you’re anything more than another danger circling her throat?” “Maybe,” Harry said softly, “but at least I’m honest about what I am. Can you say the same?” Her shadows came forward, moving like vipers. Instinctively, I raised my hand, ready to shield myself—but Harry moved before I could. With nothing but a flick of his wrist, light—no, not light, something sharper, darker, older—cut through the shadows, shattering them into wisps of smoke. The garden went still again.

He springs one more time into an attacking position, his one good eye fixed on Victor. And then, before the boy can parry, Harry slashes with all his might, the claws cutting through Victor's skin, hitting the soft, fatty tissue. And he's blind, vision blackened out from the right half of his face. Victor skips off the ground, like a rock on the surface of still water, tumbling and sliding to a stop, but not before taking out a whole load-bearing beam. It hits Victor all at once, the pain, the loss of vision, the quacking of the house of cards that's about to collapse. Then Harry leaps onto him, ready for the kill, and Victor can't get out of the way; his foot is trapped between two floorboa

But then, something shifted. The shadows recoiled from the light, not in defeat, but as if retreating deliberately. They swirled back around him, condensing, sharpening into a blade of pure darkness. His smile returned, cruel and knowing. “You think you’ve found strength in their love. But love is a weakness I will carve from you.” Before I could react, he slashed the blade downward. The shadows didn’t strike me—they darted past, curling like snakes around Lucas. His golden aura flared, but too late. The shadows pierced his chest, and his cry of pain ripped through me like a knife.

Ava and Emma were going to their parent's grave the next day. "Can you walk faster and quit thinking of Vador," Emma frowned. "Why doggie," Ava laughed. "Cause you're invisible and stuffed animals don't fly dummy" "Shut up Emma,be nice,We're here," she said pointing to the graves. They were at the back of the garden. "Isn't this enough prove that the dark lord has a soft spot for you?" Emma asked. "He's kind in his way Emma,this isn't affection. Common we should head back,I haven't had blood today,"

Bang! Harry’s POV I was sure I was getting to him, deep down in his hardened heart, like a spear shredding that single organ into tiny little pieces, feeding it to him so he could taste how it felt. The delight that another person who had once navigated your suffering was now going through the same ordeal was overwhelming.

Harry thought. Harry felt a sharp pain, after realizing the whole truth. He turned to face Arthur with his hard glare . "My words remain the same! I will never change them! This slut of a woman, would never get to see her son again. And you who claim to be her baby's daddy, I would advise you don't even make an attempt to get the kid away from me otherwise I will kill you and feed your flesh to the ravens." Harry said with his eyes directly at Arthur, who only looked for a few seconds and eventually moved his eyes away from him. Harry's look was so impossible to behold. Harrh looked like a beast that would cause havoc on earth.