Harry Potter Baddie Novels & Stories

"No good sittin' worryin' abou' it," he said. "What's comin' will come, an' we'll meet it when it does." — Rubeus Hagrid, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy When I thought it could not get any worse, Mey had proved me wrong. Not only had she broke my heart, but she also had it trampled as well. There was nothing left but sadness, bitterness, and utter disappointment.

We were a weapon. And we were ready. Headmistress Morwen sat on her chair, her fingers trembling around a silver chalice. Across her, the air twisted—and Harry stepped through, not from the door, but from the dark itself. He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak. He only stared at her. “Why couldn't you stop her from performing the ritual?" He finally asked. Harry stepped forward, his boots silent on the stone. “You think she is the threat?” “She’s unstable,” Headmistress Morwen said. “Her power is growing beyond containment. Without the bond, she’s a wildfire with no boundaries. And you know what happens when that kind of power is unleashed.”

After the video ended, the room was then filled with lots of murmuring. "Oh my God, was that John Stacks, the heir to the Stacks Footwear Brand? I thought he was supposed to be Robin's best friend, how could he do that to her?" Khadija questioned. "What's more shocking is that Harry Edwards is the mastermind of the entire thing. Harry has always been a very dedicated Braver, he's the one that Andrew trusts the most and has worked as his assistant since they both came into this club, so how could he be so evil? Does this mean that Kathleen and the others are gonna get fired?" Patricia, another Braver asked in shock.

Defeated and imprisoned in the basement, she loomed as a dark presence in our aftermath. A wave of conflicting emotions surged through me. I harbored deep hatred and revulsion for this malevolent woman, yet there was also a trace of compassion and reluctance. Harry emerged from the basement, dragging a frail and pitiful figure behind him. The person who had once been a formidable magician was now reduced to a shadow of her former self. Her body, once powerful and vibrant, had become a mere husk, a stark testament to the cost of dabbling in dark arts. Yolanda was brought before us, barely able to stand. Her face was ashen, her eyes vacant, yet a flicker of defiance and hatred remained in her

"Stinky fat head," I cursed, slamming the door of my locker with as much strength as I could muster. "Brainless ant." Every other person probably burst into tears when they were humiliated in class but not me. When I'm so angry, I curse and plan millions of ways to stab out the perpetrators eyes even though that was all I can do. My name is Bella and I hate school. Which isn't news, considering the fact that almost all teenagers do. But, I am not your regular teenager, not in the smart, genius way. Quite the opposite, this was my second year in this class, because I failed the grade.

"I have no intention of harming you," Harry clarifies, face soured by the thought. "I would never harm a pregnant Omega, much less you, carrying the last line of Black." "My child will never be part of your sick twisted shit," Ariadne hisses. "You can go f*ck yourself." Harry laughs, eyes sparkling as if Ariadne had just complimented his pinstripe suit. "God, you're perfect. Like a lily, a perfect Madonna Lily," Harry says, and it causes Ariadne to nearly vomit.

And every single one was watching me. The fear that hit me then felt older than my current life. Older than Belle. Ancient instinct. Prey recognizing predators. The sorcerer stepped closer carefully. “When the gate opened, they came through.” I stared at the creatures numbly. “What are they?” His expression hollowed slightly. “Witnesses.” That answer terrified me more than monsters would have. The queen version of me finally rose from the throne slowly. The entire room darkened as she moved. Not because she caused it.

“They don’t exist.” She chuckled. “You have weirder imagination, Percie.” I stood up. “You have no idea. That woman here before, I think of her as a zombie with a horn and fangs. She has no brains, but she whispers to everyone and takes them to her lair, then eats their brains, skins them, then drains their blood, and throws them afterward.” She giggled. Did she just giggle? ”You’re gonna be a good writer, Percie.”

he responds curtly. Twenty-two years of pure believing he's the baddest. That makes me sigh. I know he's like that, and now I hate it. He didn't even seem or doesn't seem like the type of guy who studies at university. When I first saw him, he was selling marijuana and who knows what else, and he was from a very poorly rated high school. Does he still sell that stuff? Who knows, the important thing is that Owen's monthly payment arrives on the first of each month. "Well, great," I sigh.

— I'm not going to give spoilers, you need to read the rest of the book – he replies with an air of mystery – now it's late, time for the little wolf to go to sleep. I watch when the little bugger pouts, but nods, settling himself on the bed. "Do you think witches are good Scalet?" – I roll my eyes, remembering an old wizard friend who is simply unbearably cold, I think that's why we can be considered "friends". — I think some are, well, Harry is very kind and brave – I frown and decide to end this whole session of compliments on that Harry. I walk in and don't wait for them to say a word before pulling my mate to my shoulder leaving her gaping at my action.