Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Collapses In Snape Arms

Helena "I don't like this position..." I whisper shyly, looking back over my shoulder at Harry behind me. "Really? You don't know that. It's your first time," Harry smiles mischievously. "Don't be afraid. This way my cock will reach deep inside your pussy, right to that spot you love having me press against. You just need to relax and leave everything to me." Far too embarrassed to complain any further, my lips fill with moans as Harry once again pushes his hard erection into my pussy, while all I can do is grip the grass beneath me with all my strength.

It doesn’t help that the heat of his body only makes me want to lean closer to him, makes me want to dig my nose into the slope where his neck meets his shoulders. This is Grade A fucked up, so— Something smashes beside Aiden, his hands still on my throat. Time slows down. My eyes dart to Harry, who’s heaving like he’s ready for a fight. What the hell did he do? Aiden lets go of me and I bump against the wall. “Astrid, get the hell out of here!” Harry shouts, bracing himself as Aiden comes after him. I don’t need him repeating that order. My heels turn. I need to get away. But before I can gain any distance, cold fingers wrap around my left ankle, tugging me firmly so that I land flat-palmed

A brutal, sickening snap echoed through the silent, cavernous hall as the immense shadow pressure utterly crushed the radius and ulna bones in his arm. "Ugh! Ahhh!" Richard shrieked, a high-pitched, pathetic wail of agony ripping from his throat. The force of the spell yanked him entirely out of his grand chair, sending him collapsing onto his knees on the stone steps of the dais. He clutched his ruined, bleeding wrist tightly against his chest, his face instantly slick with a cold sweat as he wept in the dirt and blood of his own fallen vanguards. I walked slowly up the final three steps of the obsidian dais. I waited for the rush of emotion. I waited to feel the burning rage, the satisfact

I will deal with him later when this is all over The sight of Harry stiff on the ground nearly makes me laugh. The big fool had eaten peanuts - his one deadly weakness. What has come over him? This is one reason I have to be careful and strategic about my planning- Harry is actually acting abnormal. As I look at him, I fight a smirk almost dancing at the corner of my lips. I cannot show my true reaction, Instead, I forced my face to crumble in tears "Harry!" I scream, rushing to his side like I care. "Someone call an ambulance! Please, help him!"

Right now, I want to be with people who will love me and comfort me during this phase in my life. "Here we go!" Harry's words washed over me like a cold tide. I felt him pull me with himself into the portal where we tore through the liquid glass. The blue flames then engulfed us as we began a painful descent into darkness. The force of gravity was too much. I felt Harry holding onto me tight as he screamed something near my ear. However, a pang of pain shot up my left leg before everything went dark. Tbc...

(Third Person's POV.) Severus was really mad at Hirre when he knew that Hirre stubbornly followed his armies on their way to the Western pack. At that moment, Hirre could not understand why she suddenly felt strange toward herself after her fight against the hooligans. Her vision suddenly turned blurry and the surrounding looked like rotating. She slapped her forehead but her face seemed numb. After a while, she could not hear anything around her and even Severus's appearance become empty in her eyes. And she lost her balance to stand and the only thing she knew after was Severus caught her before she fell on the ground.

His eyes are hooded and when he lifts his hand to touch me, it shakes. I open my mouth to say something — words of apology — when the hand he lifted drops with a jerk. I let out a gasp as I see more blood come out of his nostrils. He puts his knuckles under his nose and observes the blood. Then his eyes find mine. "Xaveir..." I reach out to him. "Harley...I..." Before he can continue, his knees give out, his eyes shut themselves, and he collapses to the floor while spurting blood out of his mouth.

Harry was now sprawled on his back. His arms stretched out crosswise to his sides. His nose was bleeding from the kick he'd received in the face, and he had to cough to get rid of the blood filling his throat. The young redhead let out a pained groan as Alpha Black lifted him by the hair. Harry's usually well-groomed brush cut had grown long enough for the Mad one to grab it quickly.

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

All at once, the distance between both parties rippled with spirit energy that made it hard for everyone else to breathe. Harry was caught right in the middle of the two men. Despite him not being Ryder's target, the pressure from the spirit energy was more than he could handle. Harry keeled over at last, foaming at the mouth as his eyes rolled backward. He soiled himself at the same time, evident from the foul smell coming from his pants. Charles and the other intruders were also affected by the pressure. They cried out in terror as they stumbled backward, but their legs gave way, and they could only crawl away as much as they could.