Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Goes To Voldemort Willingly Novels & Stories

He glared at the man coldly and snapped, “Let go of her!” The vulgar man turned back and was met with a tall, lean man. “What if I don’t?” he mocked. Harry’s eyes had a layer of frost on. He was cracking his knuckles loudly. The vulgar man saw his stance and jeered, “What? You want to fight me? Well, if you win me, she goes with you. If you lose, you’re a piece of sh*t and she comes with me—” Bam! Harry punched his pig face before he could finish.

She had to stop the war before it began and she wanted to spend forever with Hunter, no matter the cost to her. "Nope. All you have to do is let me bite you wherever you feel most comfortable, and then you either turn, or you don't. It's rather simple." Harry explained with a slight accent that almost sounded Irish. "Okay. Good. I can do that." She nervously wrung her hands as she stood in place, unsure of what to do next.

Harry and Jules exchanged a look and shrugged before looking back down at the man by their feet. “Good,” Harry leaned over and grabbed him by an ankle. “He deserves to die slowly, screaming. And I’m going to have fun pulling pieces off him to make sure that’s precisely what happens.” “This is a new side of you,” Jules arched an eyebrow. “I was born in a different time,” Harry was unrepentant as they dragged the unconscious Van Helsing over to the other 4WD. They opened the rear of the car and tossed him within. “Sometimes it surfaces more than others. Is it a problem for you?”

Lucifer Scolded and Harry left with a frown of disappointment. "And yeah, I want to attend London Fashion week with Red." "What? Fashion week? Sir, you will look like an outcast." "I don't care, just do as I say." Lucifer said coldly. "Okay..." Harry left and Lucifer focused on his work again.

“Don't apologize again, Ve. You're not at fault. There's nothing wrong here, and you should be with Lucas, not with me.” “Please, Harry.” “Can't you see everything, Ve?! I can't be with a woman who doesn't love me!” Harry could not bear it anymore. The conversation drained him of his emotions, eroding his already fragile sanity. Physically and mentally vulnerable, everything heightened his instability. “I-I will love you, Her.” Velia rose and tried to reach Harry. But what she received was rejection. “It's best if you go back to Lucas, Ve. Don't make me even more pitiful.”

By her, I meant Violet. Harry crosses his arms, lips pressed into a pout. But his mood brightens when I pull him into a quick hug. Moments like this... they're everything. Trust me. Harry looks up at me, eyes shining with stubborn determination. "But I have to get stronger. What if the Shadow Wolves come here?" My smile fades. He's too young to carry that fear. "They won't," I promise, voice firm. "Not while I'm breathing." That seems to satisfy him. He nods, fierce for someone so small. But his next words knock the breath out of me.

For a moment, Harry's smile faltered, but he quickly recovered and agreed. He had spent seven years carefully setting a trap and playing his part, enduring everything. In the end, he got nothing. That was why he had gone mad, colluded with his female friend to destroy me in the cruelest way ever, and driven my parents to desperation so he could claim everything he had coveted. There was no way I was going to let him get away with it. A mudball should stay in the bottomless swamp where it belonged.

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"

As Arosh battles and attempts to get away from Harry's hug. "Damn it Harry! Release me!" Arosh expressed apprehensively to Harry, as she felt he was intending to follow through with something. All things considered, are you terrified of apparitions or me?' Harry asked while checking her lips out 'Damn Harry! Delivered me or disaster will be imminent” "Or probably what? Then, at that point, Harry turned her on the bed and she was currently lying on the bed and Harry was on top of her. Will you send me to Hell or cover me alive? "Grinning Harry ridiculed her.

Harry unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He stepped closer. “Trust me, Ivy. We don’t need the healer or the antidote. This way, we’ll even have our own pup… You’ll have to be my mate then, won’t you?” He reached out and lifted my chin. “Even in this life, you can never escape me. You’ll always be mine, Ivy.” As my consciousness faded, it hit me. Harry had come back from past, too.