Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Hidden Talents Novels & Stories

Not the Voss family one. The one she barely touched. It wasn’t much. But it was enough to start. Enough to disappear. A small, determined smile formed on her lips. “You took everything from me,” she whispered, her eyes darkening slightly. “But you forgot one thing…” Herself. They underestimated her. They always did. But that was about to change. An hour later. Elara stood in a small, quiet hotel room. Nothing like the mansion. No chandeliers. No marble floors.

“Of course it was me. You should know by now, little brother; I’m always the man behind the curtain.” I frowned. “I see. Well, you’ve always had a knack for the dramatic, Harry. And deception seems to come naturally to you.” He shrugged. “It’s an art, Logan. And I’ve always got a few more tricks up my sleeve.” I smirked, but there was no joy in it. “I’ll be waiting for your next ‘trick’ then.” Harry stepped back, the gleam in his eyes almost predatory. “Oh, you won’t have to wait long. I’ll pounce when you least expect it.”

came the reply before the call disconnected. “I’m going to show you how it feels to be Harry Hendrix,” he muttered to himself, a low, evil laugh spilling out as he leaned back in his chair. Harry’s smirk widened as he stared at the burned remnants of the wedding invitation, the satisfaction settled deep in his chest. He had perfected the art of hiding in plain sight. Faking the crippled act was a stroke of genius. No one suspected a man in a wheelchair of orchestrating anything, let alone the plans he was brewing.

Lillian finally decided to come clean with Nathaniel. She planned to tell him everything about her. There was no reason why she should be hiding it anymore. Dorcas has been fooling her all along when she had only wished only for her happiness. Never would she have thought her best friend was jealous of her. What did she have to be jealous of? Was it because she was born rich? That was, of course, no excuse. The one with the good heart? Everyone has a good heart, though not everyone uses them.

It’s dangerous yet I find myself wanting those captivating eyes to never look away. It frightens me to my core and I panic. “My real name is Harry and I come from a hidden world known as Hogwarts. My grandmother is Gandalf.” I sound stupid, I’m so stupid. The fumbling words leave my mouth before I can control them. I expect confusion from him, or maybe he’d look at me like I am some weirdo, but…he laughs. He laughs out freely. The laughter stems deep from within him, rich with real cheerfulness. As always, I’m entranced by it. The wind picks up the sound fast, playing it in the air.

This was not the strength of a human being but a furious beast. "I've had enough!" He gritted his teeth and took out his phone, the screen showing a shocking video. In the video, I was disheveled as I slumped over the examination table with my face flushed, whispering explicit words of love to Heath. My blood froze instantly. The angle of this secretly filmed video was extremely odd. It was clearly from a hidden camera that had been concealed beforehand. If this footage got out... "If this video appeared on the school website..." He leaned close to my ear, his warm breath causing goosebumps to rise all over me. "What do you think your suitors will think of their goddess?"

“How did you hide it?” “I met a witch that put an invisibility spell on it. It’s still there, but…” she reaches up and touches the crook of her neck. It’s smooth and unmarked, but I know that’s where it would be. I remember my teeth there. Harper’s voice gets more quiet, almost inaudible as she continues, “It’s still there. I can feel it sometimes.”

I rolled my eyes. The ritual went on, the chanting growing louder and bouncing through the quiet forest. Harry lay still on the wooden planks, and for a moment, nothing happened, he didn't react like he did in the first ritual. Then, his claws suddenly shot out, only to pull back just as fast. I raised an eyebrow. It looked like he’d been practicing, learning to control his shifts. I felt a small spark of pride, though I’d never say it out loud. At least something was going right for once.

Charles says, wrapping his arms around me from behind. My poor heart "Oh no son, I just didn't know that you and Elizabeth were that close" "Let's just say she's that hidden secret I wasn't ready to reveal yet" Now he's insinuating things "Oh I get it now. Congratulations you both!" She says with a beaming smile and walks excitedly, as if she has a dirty secret she cannot wait to share with everyone. "Charles!" "Elizabeth!" "Now you're just creating stories" "I've always wanted to be a writer since I was a kid"

So there must be more than one layer then… Ugh… it hurts my brain just trying to dissect it all. Nevertheless, the main primary target still remains ensuring that Harper passes the maid selection competition. That much I know of. Just then, Harper notices my silence, and stares at me with a questioning gaze. But I confidently smirk instead. Tossing her the booklet of magic spells that I had obtained from the old wizard. I watch her expression shift into excitement. She shimmies closer to the book with an adorable amount of joy. Clearly happy about what I’ve given her. She flicks through the pages, admiring the different spells, before shutting it and pressing it closely to her chest and than