Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Is The Lost Malfoy Novels & Stories

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

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.

"Only a fool wouldn't want a woman like Melody. I'm lucky she chose to be with me." Dorian's response brought my mother close to tears. "I'm so happy she found you." She hugged Dorian. "I'm the luckiest to have found her," Dorian replied. "Wow Mel, You're getting married tomorrow." Malfoy took my hands and shook them. "I'm happy to see you happy." He rubbed my head like he was holding a young pet. "Stop it, Malfoy." I frowned. "I missed doing this, Mel. Please don't stop me now."

Jem raises an eyebrow at me watching in the rear-view mirror. "Draco Malfoy is not just some guy." I snap at him my eyes still glued on the flurry creature wiggling in my lap. "No, he's a bully." Hunter drawls his gaze glued on the world outside the window. He's clearly pissed at me for running, but what did he expect. I've been clear that I have no intentions of staying in their house. It shouldn't really come as a surprise that when an opportunity to get out of there walked through the front door, I took it.He's the result of his surroundings and parents. Draco's the boy without a choice. Just because Harry's backstory is tragic and he came out the hero doesn't mean that others, like the c

“Shameless fuck boy! You better stay away from my wife.” “Sarah,” Malfoy turned to look at Sarah and said, “If he was to disappear all of sudden, would you mind?” Sarah shook her head, still trying to hold in her laughter after hearing Malfoy being mistaken as a call boy once again. “As long as the police don’t trace back his disappearance to me.” “I see.” Malfoy picked up his coat from the chair and put it on. He leaned closer to Vincent and whispered in his ears, “Not a word, Mr. Vincent.”

he added with a grin, "I will be delving into some transformation spells today. It would be wise not to risk turning our beloved daughter into a fluffy rabbit, don't you think?" A burst of laughter erupted from my lips at the absurd yet endearing image painted by Draco's words. The thought of Zoey hopping around as a tiny rabbit brought a smile to my face. Draco's reasoning struck a chord, reminding me of the unpredictable nature of magic and the need for caution. "You have a point," I conceded, chuckling as I imagined Zoey's reaction to such a transformation. "I wouldn't want to spend the day chasing after a hopping baby rabbit." Draco's eyes sparkled with victory, and he wrapped his arms a

Emma’s tone softened, though her words cut deeper than any blade. “You always said I was your good luck, Harry. But I wasn’t the one who got lost — you were. You lost everything because of your greed. You threw away a love that was real, and now you regret it — not because you lost me, but because you lost control over what you thought you owned.” Harry stared at her for a long time, his face tightening before he let out a hollow, bitter laugh. “So that’s it,” he murmured. “You chose him… my uncle.”

Slowly, I travelled my head back towards her direction as I see her smile beginning to fade as she looks at me intently and I think she realized that something was not right, “What is wrong Merry? You look really sad.” My tears beginning to escape my eyes and I completely lost my shit as I started crying in front of the enchantress, “Oh Merry what happened? C’mere!” She exclaims while she opens her arms and gives me a warm embrace. She rubs my back and runs her palm over her spine continuously. “Did something terrible happen? What’s wrong?” She questions, sounding worried. I shake my head sideways, “Harry’s gone. He left me.” “Harry wouldn’t.” She responds, sounding in disbelief. “Harry coul

• When i get inside my house,i make an ice coffee with popcorns to watch Harry Potter. I'm basically obsessed with Harry Potter.Like first of all,how is Tom Riddle so hot? I know he's a Villain and very toxic but if he gave a chance i would take it. Anyway,I call Kayla to check if she's arrived at her house already or not. "Hey Kayla" "Hey wassup"She said with her chirpy cheery tone. "Are you alone?" "Yea why?" "I was talking to Hayden like asking him some questions and now he's mad at me...I don't even know what i did to make him so pissed at me."

We know within us that this is not real and despite that, deep down I still ask myself; Is there a possiblity that I mean something more to Harry? Fuck that, who am I deceiving with that shit? Maybe at the end of it all, I am just a game to Harry. That fucking son of a bitch! Great! He's made me cursed his innocent mother. Let's be real though, what do I expect from a bad boy like Harry from the start? Especially since we are not even dating for real. He treats everything like it's a fucking game and I hate him for that. I fucking hate him. Without looking at him even when I really wanted to, I started to totter to the direction of the exit door but before I could cover half the distance, hi