Harry Potter Brother Novels & Stories

I asked, wincing almost as soon as I uttered that loathsome name. Logan hesitated, a flicker of pain crossing his eyes. “Yes, Harry was there too. But even as a kid, he was trouble.” His words painted a picture of a troubled childhood, marred by the contrast between two brothers. “One day,” he continued, his voice strained, “Harry threw a tantrum because mom didn’t pack the right sandwiches. Ruined the whole day. She cried later. Broke my heart.” I could feel a sense of sadness and frustration emanating from him, the shadows of the past still lingering. Harry seemed to have been a problem since childhood. “Sounds like he was a narcissist from the start,” I mused, trying to piece together the

I heard my demonic brother from behind me, I turned to see him holding a bottle of water, he just poured water on me, did I forget to mention he makes my life a living hell, and I can't even report him to our parents cause I don't want to cause quarrel and make them choose a side. "Am coming" I heard Oliver called after his friends and left me after giving me a mocking look It took me a lot of courage to stand before him, now my brother shattered my hope "Why do you keep tormenting" I said with a closed eye trying my best not to cry "Cause its fun, cupcake" he whispered to my ear "And for the last time, my name is not a cupcake, devil" I said with closed teeth then walked away Cause I know

I couldn't say I'm in love with your brother and living twenty feet away from him is going to destroy me. "I'm just tired," I said. "Long day yesterday." Sloane's expression softened. She sat down next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "It's going to be okay. You're going to stay here, get back on your feet, and then you're going to find a cute guy and forget all about this." I laughed weakly. "A cute guy." "Someone who isn't my emotionally stunted brother," she added. "Seriously. Don't let him get in your head. He's an asshole to everyone."

I said slowly, “that we just broke into your old roommate’s million-dollar beach house?” “Not broke in,” Ethan corrected, voice calm. Too calm. “Borrowed. Temporarily. He’s in Spain for the next three months shooting that documentary. House sits empty. We’re just… house-sitting.” “Without telling him,” I pointed out. Noah shrugged. “He’d say yes if he was around to ask. Probably. Anyway, we’re here now. No point crying over un-sent texts.” I stared at my brother like he’d grown a second head. Noah had always been reckless—jumping off roofs into pools, sneaking into concerts, the whole cliché—but this felt different. This felt like actual trespassing. With consequences.

Almost enough. But then I stumbled, colliding with someone solid—someone whose hand caught me before I could fall. Aiden. The world stilled. His grip was firm, steady, searing through the fabric of my dress. His eyes locked with mine, and something unspoken burned there—something I couldn’t name, something I didn’t dare to. “You should be careful,” his voice was low, meant only for me. “Wouldn’t want to fall.” Liam appeared instantly, sliding between us, his arm looping around my shoulders. “She’s fine,” he said lightly, not even catching the electricity sparking between me and his brother.

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.

he gave Ricardo a handshake. His Mother led me to the dining room and gestured for me to sit on the chair next to the one Ricardo sat on. His grandmother was now sitting too and I was between both Ricardo and her. “Welcome” it was a calm voice this time. I looked to the direction it came from and saw a young man with dark blonde curly hair. “This is my brother Luca. Luca, this is Odessa” He looked awfully familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him before.

Why won’t I be able to date him. That was what I thought until he left again, it was like I had to go through the pain all over again and it scared me a lot but snapped me back to reality. With Charles I can dream of perfection and maybe I could even have it but how would I bare it if things don’t work out. How would I cope if he disappeared again. What would I do if my brother becomes my Ex. How would I act when he brings home the girl he finally found forever with. How would I survive if I run out of love for him at all areas, even as a brother.

His sister touched his shoulder. "Being honest with feelings is better, Sis. This is just the beginning, what about after marriage?" Patricia was the one who didn't want her brother to be sad. "It's about Sarra," he said later. "What else is there? Didn't Big Brother already decide?" "He also knows about mother's past," said Harry. Patricia became enthusiastic, "You mean brother. A man from your mother?" Harry nodded. "That man is Sarra's father." "What?" Patricia covered her mouth in disbelief. No wonder Paula is so against her brother and Sarra's relationship. They did know Paula's past, who was pregnant without a husband, but did not know that it was Sarra's father.

I gestured between us, encompassing everything we'd built, everything that now felt like it might crumble. "Graham is my half-brother," Jaxx said, the name coming out of his mouth like it was coated in poison. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. "But just like his father, he doesn't see me as a brother. To them, I'm just the mistake that refused to stay buried. He—"