روايات وقصص ضمن Harry Potter Creates His Own Magic Fanfiction

He calmly said like I was talking to someone with no emotions. "What? I am fighting for that girl...I mean...what if...just what if your friend finds out? You were meant to take care of her not fuck her" I announced on top of my lungs and Harry leans back to his chair. He looked like someone in his savage era totally looking at me like I have lost it. "I intend to make her mine..." He hadn't complete his statement when my hand pushed the cabbage in my hand inside his mouth. "You're a Pedophile"

"But your wait makes you sweeter." She exhaled slowly, afraid any sudden movement would break whatever spell brought him. "Why are you here?" Her voice was barely a whisper. He tilted his head, the smirk playing on his lips almost feral. "You whispered my name, you called me, you wrote me into existence. You made me want you. You made me hungry. Why pretend you don't want this?" She flinched. "You're not real." "Oh darling, I am. You made sure of that. You bled your obsession into every page, every word, until I had no choice but to come." He leaned close. "You created a god, Elara, and gods don't vanish."

He has become his original self and I hate that version of him- start version of hemisphere "Wait here," I command Leah, storming toward my room. “I will make him remember our deal!” As I walk away, I start to think about how I had gained control over Harry in the first place. The strong AlphaHarry - so broken after Helen's rejection, only if he knows the true reason why she rejected him My stupid sister’s rejection of Harry gave me a good chance to step in, and step in I did

The night he’d kidnapped his own son and planned to suck all his magic out of him had been particularly illuminating. “I don’t have a fan club. Fan clubs are for teenage losers.” I batted my eyelashes at him and, with malicious pleasure, watched him turn even redder. “But either way, you don’t have to put posters of me on your wall with hearts drawn on them with your favorite pink glitter pen to, I don’t know, not drain my magic for your own purposes? Isn’t this a little bit like father, like son?” The color vanished from Nate’s face so quickly I could practically hear the blood whooshing south. “How do you know about that?” His voice was a hoarse whisper.

“How do you even come up with these things?” Harry grinned proudly, leaning back in his chair. “It’s a gift, really. I consider myself a prank prodigy.” “Prodigy or not, you’re going to get expelled one of these days,” Lucas said, his voice light but laced with warning. “And I'm not going to help you this time if anything happened.” “This time?!” I questioned and Harry snorted, shrugging his shoulders. Next, he waved Lucas off. “Nah, they love me. Besides, someone’s got to keep things interesting.”

Holding in his laughter he made a circular motion with his index finger. I gasped as I watched a thin and transparent glittering blue barrier rise up from around us, meeting in ends to form a shining globe around us. It bulged outwards as my fingers neared it to touch. Wizardry? "Don't tell me! You were the 15th century Harry Potter?" I squealed. He raised an eyebrow. "I don't know any Harry." It wouldn't be wise to say those words out loud back on earth. "Then how do you do this?" I asked with rising curiosity.

"Hmm, in the first month, I created the dark forest. I built my office there and studied my spells until I felt lonely. In the second month, I created pishnies. I gave them affectionate and frisky characteristics. In the third month, I created the portals on the earth into my world including the huge statues outside Asfara. In the fourth month, I created the land I called Asfara—adopted from the name of my foster mother who taught me the spells of creation. I made it an abundant land. "In the fifth month, I created the colossal castle for the whole pack. In the sixth month, I created the pond. I filled it with memories that I removed from Hessuel in preparation for his return. And in the sev

After leaving the mother and her daughters to discuss among themself, i then stand beside the door. While hearing their talk, i can only shrug my shoulder. But to think the cheat thatbi get from that pervert goddess this OP. My creation magic is base is on the most OP magic I can create everything based on Imagination and combining with the elemental magic that i had, i can become a spy without nobody realize.

The moment the class ended he went straight to Earth, however, it seem like he was lost. He couldn’t understand how but after almost an hour of walking down the corridors toward the tower of Earth he still couldn’t get close to it. This made him frustrated, the more time passed by the stronger the feeling of jealousy built up in his chest. He realized that this could only be because of magic, similar to an illusion, there is a magic spell that can distort someone else sense of direction. He stopped walking and paused and decided to speak,

As if she hasn't been the one that has been in pain earlier. I giggled, the man joined, his masculinity overshadowing my own playful giggle. He sat on the pavement and I followed; “I wrote those books and the spells were created by me too.” My eyes glowed once I heard he was the creator. And then my shoulders dropped, a pout on by lips; “What is it, little one?” He asked. “I thought it was fiction but now that I know its creator, I want to learn all of it.” He smiled, shifting away playfully “you don't see me as a witch?”