Harry Potter Corvinus Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Corvin’s laugh floated in the air as he raked a hand through his hair, mussing it even more. My eyes stayed hooked on that sunny energy he gave off. Then a shadow fell over us. I saw it all in slow motion. The warrior’s eyes flew wide, fixed on a point behind my back, and his smile froze. Footsteps sounded, and the rhythmic tap of a cane carried across the grass. I turned, heart thundering, and saw him at the stable’s entrance. Black hair framing a fierce face, blue eyes slicing between the two of us, almost accusing. I stepped aside, away from Mr. Corvin, as if I really were being unfaithful.

"I… I had headaches during that year. Every time I was around Professor Quirrell, I felt like a nail was burning and trying to bury itself into my head." Larry Potter made a little pause, and continued. "And it was always in the same region, in my scar." He finished saying. Professor McGonagall was looking at him like a doting grandmother that wanted to hug his grandson, but she was holding back. "Yes, your scar. One of my wives, Joan, the black haired lady with armor, due to the inclinations of her magic and blessings, is very sensitive to corrupted and dark forms of energy. And she told me that she had sensed a student with a piece of corrupted magic centered around his head that was tryin

I could tell by the expression on Dad's face, that Dad cannot believe that this being is actually standing before him. "I come by the order of Lady Korah. The Lady of the black cat coven..." The wizards says, when Ketura minions starts whispering "...to summon Miss Hermione Crofus; daughter of Mr. Christain Crofus into the coven's meeting happening in a moon’s time!" He hollers, stamping his long rod and disappearing into thin air. Gasps rent into the rent. The royal staffs panic. Everything seems to halt. I feel numb. Me? But why?

Being a gentleman among all was hardwired into him. "You always did prefer the cinnamon," he said with the faintest smile. She blinked, startled at his memory, then softened. "You haven't changed your tastes yourself, you and that bitter green leaf of choice." They sat, and for a while they spoke of lighter things; Corvin humored her interest in old myths and whispered legends of the Dark Ones, while he shared the more simultaneously ancient and recent Mourhollow archive news, what he had recently been tasked with preserving. His voice was calm, deliberate, and kind — the very opposite of the clamorous competition for her hand at court.

His white beard didn’t soften him, and his posture radiated the same arrogance I remembered from the night of the Luna trial. “You,” Alissa breathed. Her body stiffened, and for the first time since Varen captured her, I felt her panic rise. For a short moment, I could see Alissa’s memories, and Corvin was a part of the force that had participated in the rain in her hometown. “Well, well,” Corvin said, smoothing a hand down his crisp coat and sporting his usual smug grin. “So this is the witch. The very one responsible for the mess in Crownshaven. I must say, I expected… more.”

The two happily washed the dishes, forgetting about heaven and earth. When it was time for bed, Harry pulled Carwyn Levi into the room. He said he was scared and insisted on making Carwyn Levi sleep with him. Carwyn Levi had to be both sad because he couldn't hug the sleeping beauty tonight while reaching out to turn off the bedside lamp. During the night, Harry put his mouth to him and whispered: "Uncle Levi, you know, you can't be too hasty to pursue a girl, sometimes you have to let her private time, then her affection for me will be doubled!" As it turned out, Harry pulled him into bed and wanted to tell him how to go after Grainne.

I can’t help but watch him out of the corner of my eye and I must not be as subtle as I think because Cora has just arrived to help with the evening rush and the first thing she does is follow my gaze and frown. “That’s weird. I thought the Incubus only had eyes for you.” She seems to realise that she’s treading on thin ice because she quickly hurries away and busies herself with customers. Finally, FINALLY the Witches leave and Harry returns to the bar with a cheerful looking smile. "

DRACO'S POV "No, you don't." She said. "I just exercised it." I boasted. I like seeing her face in denial. She tried to regain composure as she said, "You bought a contract." I grinned. "I bought yours." "I am not property." She shrieked... that facial expression was satisfying. "No," I answered, taking a deliberate step toward her, closing the gap until the scent of her perfume... something floral, sharp, and entirely out of place in this den of vice, filled my lungs. "But from today onward, you won't be entertaining men inside Crimson Inferno."

🦋 CATALINA 🦋 I shove a spoon down my throat, and at this point, the taste doesn’t matter; I’m already perishing. A second ago, I thought I would die from hunger. “I want you to stay clear of Magnus,” Corvin declares, and I shove down another spoon. “You won’t tell me what to do,” I choke, barely able to swallow the amount of rice stuck in my mouth. I mean, who is he to do that?

“If you really intend to get gory with it.” “I do,” she said softly. “Sigrid called. Harry has woken. They are crazed with grief and are trying to feed the body of Jules Edison with blood, convinced that they can bring him back. The people who hurt Harry like that will pay. I will make sure of it.” “In that case, back to your spell with you,” he patted her arse. “Leave the torture chamber to me. I’ll have it ready for when you need it.” “Thank you.” She paused. “Do you think you could arrange for restraints to be fitted to the walls? Or cages like the Van Helsings used? I want to make them watch.”