Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Is Tiny For His Age Voldemort

His Dirty Milf Intro- Harry is just a 19 year old boy who is home alone while his parent are out of town, instead of spending his parent free time to throw silly parties he's spends his time ogling his new neighbor who just moved in. A woman who's way older than him and he indeed had an affinity with women who were older than him. Harry's P.O.V. Harry had been over the moon when his parents had said that they were going away for a few days and that he’d be left alone to look after the house. Finally, he thought to himself, He had the whole space to have his friends over and masturbate with his dirty magazines.

I almost growl when nothing comes, and the fog clouds over again. ‘Pussy cat, you have be good.’ I laugh as a tear falls from my eye, watching this beautiful child talking to his stuffed cat as if it were real. I don’t know how old Harry is in this vision, but he can’t be much older than two. He speaks well for such a small child. I reach out my hand to stroke his hair, then pull it back when I remember it’s not possible. But then, Harry looks right at me and smiles. ‘My love you, Mummy.’

Harry said irritably, "We're obviously the ones who saw it first! Shouldn't everything be on a first-come, first-served basis?" "Whose kid is this? If I like it, then it's mine!" the woman snapped. Harry might have handsome features, but the childishness he portrayed made it obvious that he was only around 18 years old. The rich woman was already 45 years old this year. If she were any younger, she might just be attracted to Harry's type. It was a shame that only men in their 20s knew how to please others! This was why Harry was spared from the traumatic ordeal of being harassed by this older woman.

Elara’s POV As expected, Harry flew into a rage. “He’s twenty-six, Sandra!” Harry yelled, pointing at Romero, who was lounging back on the couch. Sandra pushed back against her brother’s chest. “I know but he’s hot. You know I like older men.” “An eight-year age gap is a lot.” He turned to Romero. “She’s a fucking teenager, you pervert!” “So what?” Romero replied dismissively. “So what? So what?!” Harry pulled up his sleeves. “I swear I am going to wipe that dirty mouth–”

"Harry, just drink it," I whine, stomping my feet on the ground, and he pouts. "It looks and smells bitter. I'm not interested." Harry crosses one arm over the other and huffs. I'm tempted to face-palm myself because of his childishness, but I stop myself, groaning loudly. "Harry, you need this. Do you or do you not want your wolf back?" I ask him, placing the cup in front of his face.

His voice was not cold, just laced with curiosity. At this point, she didn't want to lie to him. There was no point. "It was Harry," she revealed and watched his expression dim. He folded his arms, and she could see him trying to control his temper. He exhaled sharply and ran a hand through his hair. She noticed for the first time that he was growing it again. The curls were filling up and starting to lengthen, reminding her of his childhood look. Yes, he was indeed the boy who had deliberately made her fall off her bicycle and stuck his tongue out at her.

But I wish it was real love, not a fake show, for his friends. Now hold on!! What did I say? Oh, hell lord, I told the "L" word. I pulled out a bottle of Listerine and cleaned my mouth in the hope to rinse my thought. My stomach roared in hunger again, and even if I didn't want to go down, I had to. So after collecting every single ounce of energy I had, I forced my legs to go downstairs. The hall room and kitchen were a huge mess, alcohol lined up everywhere, cheers of Alex's friends could be heard from poolside. At this time, it did not look like that Alex was a CEO. It was like he was some reckless eighteen-year-old teenage boy, but who am I kidding? He is Voldemort in a harry potter face

Then back at her. Absolutely not. Harry was my younger cousin. Twenty-three. Rich, reckless, and had the attention span of a goldfish. He’d been kicked out of two colleges for fighting, and last I heard he was “investing” in crypto by day and racing motorcycles by night. He flirted with anything that breathed and left a trail of crying girls behind him. And Shula, my Shula, who blushed at the word ‘virgin’, was practically vibrating at the sound of his name.

I would have done the same too I guess. "So when do I meet her? Tell me about her. Is she taller than me?" Harry once had a girlfriend who's taller than me and used to make me feel bad about my height. She made me feel insecure about my height since I was still a growing teenager. Harry found out and after a warning, she never stopped and Harry ended things between them.

He had met his high school friends and basketball teammates and hanged out in the bar from time to time. Although he was just sixteen, his former classmates were older than him for four years. So, the guards in the bar thought he had the same age as him since they showed the same IDs. "This is one of the advantages of being genius. You can go to the bar without telling your real age, right Vince?" Harry chuckled as he placed his hand on Vince's shoulder. "Not just that, I can drink brandy either!" he sneered. They were inside a private room. While the waiters were putting down their orders, Rupert, asked about something.