Romans & histoires Harry Potter Creates His Own Magic Fanfiction

Before Harry can complete his words, a comment from a fan catches his eye. ‘This Harry is so disgusting and shameless. I can’t believe that he’s behind everything that’s happening and still dares to trick us. Everyone, go and check the post uploaded by the Actor’s Chasing Clout blog.’ Harry freezes, and his eyes flash with mixed expressions that include disbelief and petrification.

Here I was thinking the Haze would be my ticket out of this hellhole, that I’d meet my mate, and he’d sweep me away. Instead, the Moon Goddess made me the butt of Her own sick, twisted joke. What the hell will our parents do to us if they find out about this? They’ll kill me. Like Kieran, they’ll assume I’ve learned some sort of magic that would make this possible. I truly don’t think there’s any magic in the world that would make this happen, but nothing makes sense at the moment. I need to do some research. I turn around to look at the unzipped tent, wondering if Kieran is gone. I see his legs through the flap and then hear another voice.

Does he look down on me? Good, very good. I was going to show him what a femme fatale is. I walked to my bag, pulled out my diary, and wrote down a new entry at the top of my bucket list: seduce Morgan Wright and make him succumb to me. I had a new mission: I would make the most powerful man in Ivory City fall for me and dump him. Let's see how smart he is after that. After writing down my new bucket list, I threw myself onto the soft mattress and sighed contentedly. Tonight will be full of sweet dreams.

"Never mind, it must have slipped my mind. That’s the only explanation, since this matter is known only to Yolanda and me. But when did I tell you? Was it when I was drunk?" "Yeah, I think so," I replied, diving into my acting role. "Wow, I really need to cut back on the drinking. My behavior gets worse. Luckily, I told you and not some stranger, or they would have been terrified." "So?" "So? Oh, right, you were asking if I was desperate, right?" Harry tried to recall the moment. "Actually, I was quite desperate at the time. After your family wiped out mine, I barely escaped. I fled to an unfamiliar place, not knowing if I would run into more enemies or stronger foes. Life was tough, I had t

Her eyes widen and she says, “Is that what Clarissa thinks that happened?” I frown and say, “Are you going to tell me that everything that happened was a fabrication?” She sighs and says, “Harry threatened to bomb the entire kingdom. He told me that if I didn’t help him cross the border, then he would blow it up. He told me that if I helped him, the deaths would be minimal. I never believed that he would kill your father or that Clarissa would die giving away all her magic, hiding yours. Even though I can see the future, I didn’t see that coming. I swear.”

— 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.

Lucy is developing the ability to feel love—what if that means he can fall for someone else? "I wonder if a love potion would work on a demon..." One asks in a dreaming tone while biting her nails. "It's worth a try, right?" "Girl, now that the dumbass rejected him, maybe I could help stitch his heart together again?" Another one sighs dramatically. "With those eyes and that smirk, I would let him go all the way—imagine that face between your legs, god, I'm hot already." My jaw drops to the floor. The second girl is fanning herself with her spellbook, sweating even though it's not even warm. Mrs. Phyllis left the classroom to fetch something. And now the three girls are dreaming about my mat