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I roll my eyes and can’t repress a smile. “Oh all right. I guess it’s only fair.” I give him my number. What’s he going to do? Text me a hundred times a day? Call me and try to flirt? Send me a dirty picture? All of those things would be a nice change from the constant harassment I’m getting now. Harry immediately enters it into his phone and calls me, except I left my phone in the other room. “You have to save my number, okay? That way you can call me when you want to test potions, or if you need someone to walk you home, or if you just want company. Really you should just call me. I don’t care why.” Harry insists.

Harry thought it was because of the trade for the Kingdom it was not. ********************** Calliana. "I love you, Calliana. I cannot offer you diamonds and gold but, I can offer you all the love you deserve." I looked into his icy blue eyes and, I could not help myself. I burst into laughter, and his facial expression was angry I knew I had hit a soft spot. Charles was crazy if he thinks I would give up everything for love alone. Charles slammed my door as he exited the room. I ignored his actions as I continued to get ready to meet Harry at the annual dinner party he hosts every year to chat with old friends.

He raised his head and met with her impatient gaze and said, “ Is it really necessary for you to go to the black market of wizardry? It sounds like a dodgy place to me.” “ It is a dodgy place,” replied Levy as she stared at him as if as long as she glared at him, he will hand her the credit card that she wanted without much hassle. And believe her when she said that she did try to do that but the credit card didn’t materialise in her hand even after she glared at him for two whole minutes. Levy realised that he wasn’t going to hand her the credit card, so she frowned and asked, “ Why aren’t you giving me the credit card? Do you not want Lily to wake up is that it?”

answered Harry to the girl. "Daddy, you have an appointment for doctor Chris to examine you today." Said the dark brown hair figure with the golden shirt, still from the outside of the door. "Oh, yes. Daddy forgot..." Mr. Harry then stood up, "I forgot, I have an examination for control today!" explained Harry to his guest. ### They are walking outside the campus. "It is so weird..what we've done...looking for girls to marry inside the campus. So weird." Said Remus.

“Item 27: one locket, unappraised, known to be sentimental. Shall be transferred to Lord Ronan unless otherwise overturned by higher decree.” My stomach turned. Everything. Everything I’d built. Every part of my past, my name, my mother—gone. Lucian leaned back in his throne, fingers tented under his chin like this was the most entertaining thing he’d heard all week. Then he looked at me. For the first time. His gaze was slow. Measured. Distant. He didn’t speak, but I saw his lips move. [— Want a divorce?] Then his mouth curved into a smirk. [Beg me.]

Arianna narrowed her eyes at Harry. “What? I’m just offering a friendly suggestion. Tell anyone about this, and I’ll kill anyone you blabbed your mouth to.” “That seems pretty asinine, don’t you think? The fastest way for me to get the money is to tell my partner.” “I’ll consider it. I want to see how much you hustle in a month. I’ll be back in a month, and I better see some progress. I’ll be watching you and your older lover as well. Take care, Arianna,” Harry wished, slipping out of Arianna’s bed. “You know? I may not put you up for auction at all. Maybe I’ll keep you for myself,” Harry teased, winking at Arianna before he left.

Chapter 11 **Harry pov** Call me stupid, call me dense, call me foolish,Call me all sorts of names cause i deserve it. I left Camille to her fate and went for my meeting. I wonder how she is...,okay, am just joking. Am currently in GoodLife hospital waiting room , I cared less about the contact. Someone’s life is at stake. Avery wasn’t happy with this but there was nothing she could do. I asked her and John to go for the meeting. I don’t care if I don’t the contract.

Harry told the whole story: "Harry wanted to ask Uncle Levi if he loved Harry and his mother after all. Harry wants to tell you, if you love, then marry that bad girl." Grainne cried and laughed: "Harry, didn't I tell you not to call people evil aunts? Also, did you go looking for Uncle Levi?" Harry answered loudly: "But she is evil! She said Uncle Levi did not love Harry and his mother at all and said that Harry was a debtor and had no right to enter Levi's house! Huh huh…” Grainne froze. Debt Department… No right… Those words were like a curse spell that stuck in Grainne's head forever, making her head hurt so bad.

’ He thought hysterically and brushed his hands through his hair in frustration. "Alexa, let me ask you a question: have you ever felt anything for me before? Do you even feel anything towards me? Has this always been a game to you? Tell me!” He snarled, his voice filled with desperation. He looked at Alexa with a piercing gaze as if he wanted to uncover all her secrets. He couldn't help but remember what he had seen in her diary; maybe he was just a challenge she wanted to conquer.

“Are you under attack, Fran?” I was able to mirror his smile. “I think we can say so, yeah.” The waiter brought the bill and Harry handed him a black credit card. “How much? I mean, you need me to hold you, kiss you, just rest a casual hand on the small of your back?” “Grab me by the hand to leave.” “That’s subtle.” Harry chuckled softly. “Breathe, Fran. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Or a Haunter. The Haunter Supreme, to be accurate. I was still seeing him. And he was still staring at me, like wishing oh so bad his eyes were knives.