Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Kills Himself Novels & Stories

And without the family's affection, Susie dispensed with her disguises too. Suddenly, she was no longer that sweet, delicate princess—she was hysterical and ranting every day about how her parents were now stubborn and at Harry for exposing her, making her lose everything. It was another episode with each passing day, with broken furniture and insults slung even at Wanda. Harry also changed after learning about the real reason Susie died in his last life—he locked himself in his room, drinking in silence. Mick was utterly bewildered, but he couldn't do anything about his own son.

A chill ran down Harry’s spine as he mentally chewed on the information of who was standing right in front of him…the very same man who was probably the one who had murdered his father and killed his dog. “Come on, man. Say something. You’re in the presence of a celebrity!” Malek said, chuckling freely. “I know your dad is dead and all, but come on…” He wiggled his brows, a crazy look in his eyes. “You’re sick!” Harry spat at him, the reminder that his father, who was the only family he had left, had just been murdered by this psychopath. “What the f*ck is wrong with you?!” Tears burned his eyes and threatened to fall.

Then she said, “She’s Harry’s first wife. She was his fated mate, Emma.” I nodded silently. “And the child?” “His firstborn and the strongest of his lineage. It was very unfortunate how their lives ended. They both died in a car accident. Harry barely made it out alive, but after losing his mate and his puppy, he wanted to die, because he was the one driving. After that, Harry changed. He let himself be enveloped by darkness.” “Mom, are you sure they both died?” My mother frowned. “What are you talking about?”

"Okay… but promise you won’t leave me." She didn’t even hesitate. "I promise." A heavy silence filled the room. Then, finally, he said it. "Okay, Ivy… I… They… Actually, uhm… I killed them." Ivy's breath caught. Her entire body went stiff. Her eyes went wide. "What?" "Tell me, Harry," Ivy whispered, cupping his face, her thumbs brushing against the rough stubble on his jaw. His breathing was ragged and his eyes was clouded with fear.

Harry knew what was coming next even though he didn't want to hear it. "She doesn't have much time left to live." _____________________________________ Ok, don't come at me with your baseball bats lol. For those who think I will change my ending, it wouldn't happen. I will end the story the way I had planned. The story is going on with the flow from the very start that I had decided and it will end with the same flow. I can't change anything. Just be patient. No one will be disappointed in the end. So Harry's bad time is starting. Get ready with your tissues next few chapters will make you cry a lot.

They had to use her teeth to identify her, her damn teeth. My stomach turned violently, and for a second, I was certain I was going to vomit right there on the cold floor. My limbs felt numb, but my hands were ice cold, the kind of cold that crawls from the inside. I tried to tell myself it still wasn’t real, that this wasn’t happening. But the words on the page weren’t changing. They were inked in place. Final. And then came the part that knocked the breath I had left from my lungs; Harry had been the one to do this. He was barely out of childhood, and he had been capable of killing my sister so violently.

And both are impossibilities. Kael killed Harry. I wasn't there, but I heard the tale. How Harry had lost himself, how he'd tried to kill me, how Kael had had no choice but to bring him down. The pack had been quiet about the details, not wanting to traumatize me further if they could help it, but the result was clear. Harry was dead. So who was at the creek?

As a new song comes on Dominic was dancing with another girl who’s name I don’t remember and Anna was dancing with Bane and a few other couples crowded the floor. “I never intended to kill you out there,” Charles stated, as he turned us around. I rolled my eyes internally and kept a fake smile on my lips. “You’re a beautiful girl, Caliana. It’s such a shame my brother never wanted you to live,” Charles said. As I stared into his eyes I saw he was telling the truth. Harry wants me to die. “Why?” I couldn’t stop how my voice trembled as I fought back the tears. “I’ve told you already. I don’t like repeating myself,” He muttered.

There was no breath. "He's gone..." Edith murmured, almost in disbelief. Lilian, too, checked for any sign of a pulse. There was nothing. Her eyes glinted briefly with joy. Wendy hadn't saved Harry—she had killed him instead. It couldn't have worked out better for Lilian! She glanced at Harry one last time, the man she had loved for so long but had never been fully hers. Once, her love had burned hot; now, her hatred ran just as deep. Death was the perfect ending.

When they went to the bride's room after dressing the kids, they found that she had disappeared. Who knew Harry would show up and try to kidnap the bride? Harry laughed maniacally. He looked around at the many soldiers and police officers that stood in his way. There was no escaping for him this time. He glanced at Tessa and pushed her away, saying, "Whatever. Since I'm doomed anyway... I would rather kill myself than spend my life in prison." He aimed the gun at his head and was about to pull the trigger when Tessa screamed, "No!"