Harry Potter Dies In Azkaban Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he said, tightening his grip around my waist when someone coughed, interrupting our moment. “I-I hate to break it to you all, and I know you missed each other so much…but I am dying here,” Harry said, and now his sofa is covered with his blood.

So, I reluctantly handed the task of dealing with Roy over to Harry and walked over to the bar to pour myself a drink straight from the bottle. Harry approached Roy, whose leg had now completely disappeared. Taking up a blade previously used by Peter, Harry aimed directly at Roy's neck, preparing to sever his head without giving him a chance to wait for death. Ethan, as an extra precaution, set up a protective barrier to prevent Roy from escaping, though the likelihood of that happening was slim to none at this point because Roy had exhausted all his strength enduring the pain caused by the magic potion, and now he lay helpless, allowing Harry to proceed with the execution.

As we inched closer to the source of the commotion, I was shocked. Lying dead on the floor, barely recognizable, was Harry. I couldn't believe he had met the same fate as his wife. "You know that fellow?" Drake asked, his voice neutral. "Yes, I do," I replied, my eyes still fixed on Harry's lifeless body. "He happened to be with me at the Hall of Whispers," I added, a mix of sadness and nostalgia in my voice. "I'm surprised he still died the same accident as his wife," I said, shaking my head.

"Shawn, you've been drinking. Snap out of it." "You leave me no choice." He pulls the trigger at Harry. The thought of losing him flush into my mind. I couldn't bear it. Harry's POV I closed my eyes, accepting my fate. I knew I deserved this but I don't regret loving her. I would never. I heard the sound of him pulling the trigger but I was still alive and it made me get confused. I opened my eyes only to see Elena laying helplessly on the ground. My world was turned upside down.

" Jason started laughing at him. "What have you done?" Harry was confused and suddenly he started feeling a burning sensation deep in his throat, when he coughed, blood splashed on the desk in front of him. He kept coughing and blood was splashing everywhere. He couldn't stop coughing, he kept coughing out blood until he collapsed and died. Jason smiled at the guard and walked out of the prison. When they arrived at the hospital, it occurred to Jason that the Alfredos have been quiet after making a big mess.

His words felt like nails scratching in my head, increasing my irritation and anger both, “You are dumber than me. Do you really think that you can get to Alessio by harming me?” Harry shook his head with a wide grin, “No. He is going to lose his mate to a tragedy. Then maybe he will go mad. Maybe he will go in depression. Whatever the case will be, we will enjoy it and have fun.” “Oh my god…” I groaned, cringing, “seriously? Do you think this is some kind of TV drama where you can take over the reign of a nation by killing a girl that hero is paired with?” Harry narrowed his eyes. “You don’t need to be concerned about that.”

She turned and looked at him in disgust while he furrowed his brows, wondering if he had said the wrong thing. "Are you insane?!" She yelled at him with tears streaming down her eyes even if she wasn't sobbing. Lucas said nothing and stood erect, watching as she knelt close to her sister, open-mouthed. "Can't you see there is nothing we could do about it?! She's dead!" She yelled. "Hazel is dead and even a necromancer can't bring her back because she used herself as a sacrifice to open another portal and make sure it stays open!"

I simply asked him, “Was it worth you losing your life over this?” “Very much,” he spat. “You took that throne from someone. It never belonged to you. You came from out of nowhere and changed everything. You twisted everything and made us all your puppets. I have lived for this moment. Knowing you’ll fall is the best fucking thing to ever happen to me. Now, do your worst. See you in Hell.” I didn’t have to raise my sword. Harry did it for me. He cut clean through his neck, decapitating him. He then looked at me and asked, “What the hell is he talking about?”

It might blow her cover that she overheard the conversation she heard. But the way she observd him it was not the signed she knew of an epileptic attack. She suspect he need a fix. It shocked her to the core. When did Harry became addicted to drugs? She wonders, is it the catch for him to kidnap her. Ok she need time to digest these things but first thing first. She pulled Harry to the bathroom and submerge his body in the ice cold water.

Damn, Clarice had frozen him! Water entered his mouth, nose and ears. He could no longer breathe. He was drowning! Due to panic, he forgot to chant a spell to save himself. His brain doesn’t function anymore. It was too late! He was dying. Darkness enveloped his consciousness and death claimed him. Clarice stood beside the bathtub, watching Kaspar die in front of her. Her eyes shimmered with satisfaction. Great! She has finally killed them all. She finally brought justice to herself and punished her tormentors with the kind of death they deserved.