Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Is Mentally Younger Novels & Stories

His words felt like nails scratching in my head, increasing my irritation and anger both, “You are dumber than me. Do you really think that you can get to Alessio by harming me?” Harry shook his head with a wide grin, “No. He is going to lose his mate to a tragedy. Then maybe he will go mad. Maybe he will go in depression. Whatever the case will be, we will enjoy it and have fun.” “Oh my god…” I groaned, cringing, “seriously? Do you think this is some kind of TV drama where you can take over the reign of a nation by killing a girl that hero is paired with?” Harry narrowed his eyes. “You don’t need to be concerned about that.”

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.

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"

Both men turn to give me killer looks, "What? He's not that old. And we're not that young either, both me and Dean are almost thirty." "Mentally though, how old are both of you?" Harry asks. Damn, "I'm sorry, but really. Dean is not a mature guy and that's completely fine, he can be immature all he wants, but in that case he cannot want to be with men like Soren. Soren has been a capable mature man since he was a kid. He got me through all the hard shit I went through and he's younger than me. If I have to think about two completely opposite people, it would be them." "In that case, just let it happen," Aiden lifts his hands to the air, "Why are you fighting it so much?"

Harry takes up the space on my other side, his eyes roaming over me as he tries to figure out this invisible injury that I must have and I squeak out, “It’s happening.” “No, no, no,” He murmurs, shaking his head in the panic that I felt when I realized the truth and he says, “It’s not the right time. You’re not 18.” Archer looks up at Harry, confusion taking over his face as he asks, “What does her age have to do with anything?” I let out a long painful groan as I clench at my stomach, knowing the shift must happen soon. It has too, right? Harry looks panicked as his eyes move back and forth between us, not sure if he should protect my secret or reveal the truth to Archer.

“You’re too young to be… distracted.” “Distracted?” Naomi frowned. “I’m not distracted. I’m seventeen, not seven. Can’t I talk to people?” Harry opened his mouth, then closed it again. The protective instinct clawed at him, but he also heard the echo of his own youth in her words. He had been seventeen once too and he had done more than just talk. He had eloped with Naomi’s mother. The memory came uninvited, vivid and raw.

" Alvian, who was too angry, immediately left the meeting room. Leaving those who were silent and nothing to stop him from leaving. "My meeting continues, what do you all think?" "To be honest, I completely agree with that young man Damian's opinion. In the past, I also had the view of always wanting to destroy the enemy when they needed help. And when I did that, I lost. But when I stretched out my hand to them, we were no longer enemies. . Not being a rival, but I got them. I won in that state!" Harry, the oldest of them. 70 years and still looks very fresh to this day. The middle-aged man looked at the only young girl in their meeting room this time. And it gave Harry a new spirit, before

" Harry backed away slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Asshole! I'm not that frustrated yet," Aiden replied with a small chuckle. "Wait! You're chuckling?" exclaimed Harry, looking surprised. What's wrong?" asked Aiden. “You're healthy, right? Are you possessed by a spirit or some kind of vampire?" said Harry. "Come on Harry! Your expression is ridiculous. Aiden was still smiling as he sipped his drink. How long have I known you? But this is the first time I've seen you chuckle like that; how fucking handsome! Harry exclaimed, making Aiden laugh even more.

“Logan, the ever-passionate lover, found his girlfriend with another guy.” As Harry spoke, his words painted a picture of a younger Logan filled with fury, a stark contrast to the Logan that had just shared his childhood memories with me moments ago. “He completely lost it,” Harry continued, relishing each word, each reaction from us. “Beat the poor guy to a pulp. A couple of days later, guess what happened to him?” Harry’s eyes were alight with sadistic glee as he recounted the tale, and I could feel a cold knot forming in the pit of my stomach.

But even then how did they keep an eye on her every single time? "The man is a pshyco that I can tell you." Harry said bringing a plate of breakfast for me but I didn't touch it. "You think I didn't know that? I have known him for more than 12 years so I know to what extents he can go." "Then why can't you find her? You should be able to think like him after all you were exactly like him until a few years ago." Harry said narrowing his eyes at me. Nick pushed him and pulled him up with his collar.