Harry Is Snape's Lost Son Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Now, Selene, there is no need for name-calling. We are here to take your pup home after all." "I'm not going anywhere with you." Selene inches backward toward the waterfall. If she manages to get Harry talking long enough, she can try to make a run for it. Cleo seemed preoccupied with reciting a spell under her breath."You don't have a choice, Selene. Your son does not belong to you."

Phoenix said to himself, and went from there while jumping with the help of the shades of windows. Harry came towards Swara and found her lying peacefully on her hospital bed. But the pain from which they all were going through after seeing her like this, was unbearable. Harry had started considering her as his daughter in these many days, the way she shows tantrums, the way she says stupid things with pure innocence and seriousness, were the things which Harry always wanted to see in Sebastian. Harry indeed got his son back, but the mischievous environment which they were having now in their house was something which he always missed in these many years.

For a moment, Harry's smile faltered, but he quickly recovered and agreed. He had spent seven years carefully setting a trap and playing his part, enduring everything. In the end, he got nothing. That was why he had gone mad, colluded with his female friend to destroy me in the cruelest way ever, and driven my parents to desperation so he could claim everything he had coveted. There was no way I was going to let him get away with it. A mudball should stay in the bottomless swamp where it belonged.

Harry spits, backing away but unable to leave, cornered by his allegiance to the silver Omega. "She's beautiful," Ariadne says in a way that gives Victor chills. "I understand why you'd be so eager. But what will you say when you meet her again, that you tried to kill her son and grandchildren." Harry looks furious, red painting his cheeks, injured and weak. He crumples to the ground, bowing his head. "I just wanted to raise someone strong, someone that w-wouldn't die on me or-" and his eyes flicker hatefully to Victor, "-turn on me."

“We move first. Before they touch you. Before they touch your daughter. Before they go anywhere near Elena.” Harry slowly raised his head. His eyes were no longer just determined—they were lethal. “For Elena,” Harry whispered. “For Miguel,” Marshall added. “And for Naomi,” Harry said softly. Then he stood. “Tell me everything. Every ally Don has. Every man pays. Every place he hides his dirt. I don’t want to cripple him anymore, Marshall.” Marshall’s eyes narrowed. “What do you want then?” Harry’s voice dropped to a terrifying calm. “I want to destroy him.”

I forgot I went here with Tyler once. Harry and I were both silent until she left. I looked at Harry apologetically. “I’m sorry. I-I forgot I went here with Tyler once but it's true that I always come here after exams.” He stared at me, “I wish I met you sooner…” I bit my bottom lip and looked at him painfully. “Tyler is just the father of my daughter now, Harry. Nothing else. He’s my past.” He shook his head and held my hand. “I don't care about the past, Serena. Why don't we just fill this place with a new memory? A memory of us?”

I can feel the tension radiating off her, the raw hope and fear mixed in her expression. But before either of us can move, Harry tries to push past us, his eyes wild. “You shouldn’t have come here,” he mutters, his voice shaking. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with.” I grab his arm, spinning him around and slamming him against the wall. My eyes zero in on his right arm, and there it is — the birthmark, the one Irina Pavlova described. The unmistakable shape, the last confirmation I need. My voice is a low growl, barely controlled. “Where the hell is my son?!”

And then, Harry went after his mate who ditched him because he was a vampire. Then, about a week after he told me he was going to her kingdom to talk to her brother so that they could be together, I got a call from Harry that he finally found our sister. At first, I didn’t want to believe and have false hope but the evidence he presented was just too much to be ignored. I cried that night when he sent a photo of her to me and she was everything like me.

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.

Harry replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Jude sighed. Harry was still crying, pain and anger filled his heart as he yearned to have his revenge. Veronica.