Harry Potter Fanfiction Evil Harry Novels & Stories

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

“Plotting? If I were this Ivy, don’t you think I’d have done a better job than letting a snake like you sit across from me?” Harry’s jaw ticks. He’s losing patience. Good. That’s where he makes mistakes. He slams his palm down on the table, leaning closer, his breath hot, his voice almost a growl. “Admit it. Just say it, damn it. I know that scar. I know your voice. I know you.” His intensity rattles the air between us. My heart is racing, but I don’t blink. “Sounds like you’re haunted, Harry. Maybe by guilt. You know what they say—murderers see their victims everywhere.”

I think I have seen more than enough. I knew she had something to do with all the strange things happening to Drake and I. What I don't understand is how she met with Harry. "Well well well well look who we have here. Are you surprised to see me?." She said with an evil grin. I scoffed. "It's actually well well well, three times not four times. Do I need to teach you how to be evil?." She frowned. "I should really help you shut that useless mouth of yours. If it wasn't for Harry, you would be six feet under the ground now."

The evilness within him resurfaced again as he looked me in the eyes with pure evilness. I felt scared for the first time after I came here. I felt scared of losing Serena. The idea of losing her in any way possible makes me feel so bad and thinking about it makes me want to protect her with my life. “Do your job, Harry. You didn't come here to play lovesick fool. Take down the Walters this instant or I’ll make sure you’ll receive the worst punishment of falling in love with your enemy’s woman. You wouldn't want your father to know this. I’m warning you.”

His crimson eyes burned brighter, and the shadows bent closer, eager to obey. “Soon,” he whispered. “Soon she will be mine.” His lips curved into a wicked smile, and I wasn’t there, I felt the echo of his thoughts. If she dares to doubt, I will bind her. If she dares to resist, I will break her. But she will not leave me. Not alive. And with that, Harry prepared his own trap. Not for Jason. Not for Kael. But for me.

He gestured toward the summoned spirits, his eyes cold as ice, filled with a deep scorn. Peter chimed in, his voice light but carrying an almost teasing edge. "Are they really that impressive?" He smiled faintly, as though these evil spirits were nothing more than trivial, insignificant beings not worth mentioning. Harry’s voice lowered, his gaze still fixed coldly on the undead. "Those spirits are my kin. In life, they were traitors who betrayed my people. Do you really think such fallen souls would possess any loyalty?" His words were laced with disdain, as though these spirits weren't even worthy of being considered true enemies.