Dragon Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

DARIUS' POV "Well, well," his smooth voice said. I turned around slowly to face Harry who was standing in the doorway. He looked immaculate as always in tailored clothes that probably cost more than most pack members made in a month. His blonde hair was artfully styled. There was a strange false concern etched into his big bright blue eyes. He looked like an angel. But Harry? He acted like the devil. "I heard there was some excitement today. Came to see the damage for myself."

Harry raised his hands in surrender but I'm very sure he's trying to mock Drake. "Let's just get another table Harry. J don't want to be here." I said. He got up and moved to the next table. He whispered something into their ears and came back. "Let's go to the next table Carina." He said and took my hand leading me to the next table. The occupants moved away while we sat there. I saw a hint of anger in Drake's eyes. I guess he's surprised to see me with Harry. You have no idea what's coming to you Drake. I'll make you eat up all those false things you said about me.

Havermouth, Present Time Tears streamed down Harry‘s face as they rose to their feet. They ran their hands over the lush hide of the weredragon. It was precisely the colour of Jules’ hair. Harry draped their body over the dragon’s chest, pressing their ear to the hide, celebrating the steady beat and rise and fall of the ribs. Alive. Gloriously alive. And they could feel the tie of their mate bond twining them together. With their eyes closed, Jules was a glow within the darkness.

Brrrr. By the way, it was his idea to invite you over. Don't forget to say thank you when he arrives. He likes them all at first ... but then he inevitably realizes what kind of dirty whores you are! And then I'll gut them! Harry's voice rose, and Kit shuddered—he was about to attack her! The heart was not beating - it was galloping, beating a crazy drummanbass against the sternum. God help me! Harry noticed her reflex movement and grinned, pleased. Afraid… they are all afraid. HE is the God and the devil here, the judge and the executioner, and when he wants to, he will wrap her guts around a light bulb. Easily. HE can't do that yet.

He glared at Willow as a disdainful look appeared on his face. "Who do you think is the one playing games with you? You don't believe me? Alright, then let me show you how sincere I am about this!" Then, Damian raised his leg and stomped hard on Harry's arm. There was a loud crack, and Harry's arm snapped in two. "Ah!" Harry let out another sickening scream as cold sweat poured down his body. He was in so much pain that his entire face was contorted. "Mom, save me! He's a lunatic! He'll really kill me!"

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.

Harry says, and I can see where this is going. Everyone in the courtyard can see where it's going. "What should their punishment be?" Harry asks me, and I see his eyes glint in excitement. He looks pleased by the situation. Like it's all amusing to him. Harry has become a sadistic psycho. Oh my goodness, he's crazy. He's absolutely lost his mind. Harry trails over to me, leaving only a few inches between us. I can feel his hot breath fan my face, and my breathing gets harsher.

she teased him. Seraphina went back to searching for a dagger when Helga stumbled in bleary eyed. “Seraphina? Your Highness?” she jumped back startled. “You are up early, what are you doing here?” “Sorry Helga, I didn’t mean to intrude in your workspace. I had a vision of the spell, I couldn’t wait to try it, do you happen to know where a dagger is?” Helga rushed to Seraphina’s side and tried to see what she was doing, “May I see the spell?”

Thug One nods his dark, closely cropped head. “Dandridge is coming with us,” he says in a deep voice that one would expect from someone his size. Harry slowly lowers the bat and takes two steps in my direction. I keep my pepper spray trained on him because he’s still got the bat. The buckets of sweat dripping off Harry’s face are telling and there’s a good chance he might pee his pants any second. His willy is still hanging out and this is not something I care to see.

Dariel asked, wailing in his Mother’s arm, hiding his face there. As long as their father was there, they had nothing to worry about but after losing him, Harry decided to show his horrible colors. “I am sorry but no. But, don’t worry, I am here for you guys. I will take care of you,” She whispered, kissing the top of his head, fresh tears gleaming on her cheeks. It was hard because Harry continued to harass and come after her. Hoping that she would shatter but she never did. She was afraid of him and his obsession. She wanted to live with her sons but he continued to come after her.