Harry Becomes Headmaster Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I answered. "Yeah, that's so you. Is he thinking about sending the girl to Korea after you complete what he wants? That's what he does whenever you're reckless and get caught in a scandal. But dude, if she's really a shawty, I'll just sneak her and snatch from you, man! Haha!" Harry said jokingly. I laughed sarcastically, but he didn't notice. "You can do whatever you want, Harry. Just let me finish my job," I said.

"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.

Andy felt embarrassed, not knowing whether to end the call or. Before he could move a muscle, he saw Harry getting up, anger written all over his face, with an expression Andy knew too well — Harry was going to do something really bad! "Harry! What are you intending to do?" Anderson asked over his shoulders. "I'm going to do what's right," said Harry. He paused for a second then turned around. "And you should start getting prepared for school." He closed the computer. * * *

This is true. Feeling a stab somewhere in her womb, Kit forbade herself to imagine Harry's punishment. “We’ll piss with fear and we’ll cry later,” Egghead promised her. "That bastard is threatening your boys - that's what's important!" - And how long are you going to play? "Too many questions, kitty... for a first date," Harry gave a nasty chuckle and stood up, pushing his chair back. “Don’t be bored… soon my infantile brother will come and entertain you with a conversation…”

His words felt like nails scratching in my head, increasing my irritation and anger both, “You are dumber than me. Do you really think that you can get to Alessio by harming me?” Harry shook his head with a wide grin, “No. He is going to lose his mate to a tragedy. Then maybe he will go mad. Maybe he will go in depression. Whatever the case will be, we will enjoy it and have fun.” “Oh my god…” I groaned, cringing, “seriously? Do you think this is some kind of TV drama where you can take over the reign of a nation by killing a girl that hero is paired with?” Harry narrowed his eyes. “You don’t need to be concerned about that.”

“But we’ll have someone else go undercover, or my son will never let us hear the end of it.” I can only nod to that because he’s not wrong on that. As the meeting breaks up, I catch sight of movement through the window, and my attention shifts completely. In the training yard below, Harry, who is now seven and sprouting up like a weed, is sparring with a retired Dylan and three other pack warriors. His movements are confident and he’s no longer the scared little boy who used to have shifting episodes. "Look at him," I murmur, watching Harry duck under Dylan’s swing and counter with a move that would make Wolfgang proud.

ANN “Let’s go make some vanilla pancakes. Anything to ease up the tension.” “Okay, I will change into something more comfortable and meet you downstairs.” Whatever Harry meant earlier by asking me to learn how to love him instead, I was glad he didn’t push the conversation further. Once I learn how to stop loving Duke, no other man will ever have access to this heart again. I changed into a loose home outfit and went downstairs. Harry was already in the kitchen, measuring flour into a bowl. One thing about him, he could cook almost anything perfectly, baking included.

He began to mutter inaudible words. "Lest I forget. I have not forgiven you for the offense you committed at school. Now, you have the chance to prove yourself as a changed person by behaving responsibly before I return.” I rose from my seat, grabbing my bag and checking my watch. “Where are you going to, Lily? Are you leaving already?” his voice was shaky and laced with curiosity as he inquired. While I ignored Harry's question, I closed the distance between myself and Bella and spoke loudly. "If Harry misbehaves, I want you to break his legs." I heaved a sigh. “Promised?”

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.

While I was being deprived away by my thoughts, Harry must have caught onto something by my expression and the suddenness of me wanting to take his dance class. He pointed out, getting out from his chair. “Wait on there Chris boy, I’m actually taking some freshmen today, don’t tell me it’s related to that girl….” I flipped my head to gaze at the ceiling, breathing out. “What do you think Harry?” My fingers came pressing on my lips, my eyes already visualizing her face. “It would be wrong of me not to teach her a little lesson.”