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"And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her." — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It had been Friday night when my friends and I had gone to the club. It was a good plan to keep Hunter off my mind. I had been ignoring him since Christmas. He had sent me a dozen of texts but I refused to read or reply to them. It was better this way.

That was Steph's voice. "It was part of the plan to kill him" Diego smirked. Another scream tore from Harry's throat. His blood started burning so much that for a moment,be thought he was catching fire from the inside. Intense arousal and pain mixed together inside him,he was on the blink of death. He felt himself tethering,it was so painful. He collapsed. * * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * *

"You're the one who made her not even look my way. My blood ran cold as Harry's threats escalated. "I was about to push her off the building, but then she screamed...and begged me not to kill her." His voice dripped with malice. "I pulled her up, but now I'll push her again. You'd better come and clear this up. You guys lied...about the dumb girl!" Harry suddenly ended the call before I could say anything, and I was left screaming into the void, "If you touch her, you're going to die!"

I feel the burning of the knife in my back. "I have saved your life, and you do this to me. It is shameful that you are such a fool. My spell will not die with me. You have to stand your death sentence. You will die with me here tonight. It is a very powerful spouse, and it cannot be removed unless I do it, and I won't do it cause you put a knife in my back," I say. I know I am dying slowly, but so is my murderer. I close my eyes, and I know I will feel no peace. I know there is no good place where dark witches can go. I also know that Harry will end up where I will be because we are not good creatures. We will end up in hell with all the dark gods. I do not know if I am happy or sad. I hear

Back then, he had said, "Ms. Harper, I have a son too. The two boys can keep each other company, and I promise I'll treat your son like my own." In just three years, he had forgotten that promise entirely. But for all his scheming, he had failed to realize the child on this boat was the son he loved most. I forced myself to focus and stumbled through the storage compartment, finally finding the backup emergency radio. I pressed the talk button and screamed hoarsely, "Zachary! This really is Blake! Are you trying to kill your own son?" "Shut up! How dare you curse my son! Penelope Harper, do you think I'm blind? I can see perfectly well that Blake is wearing a white tracksuit today! You think

"But the truth remains that I have been fated to die." "Who told you fate can't be changed?" I asked, trying to inject a sense of hope into the conversation. "Tell me one reason you think you'll die." Harry's eyes dropped, and he took a deep breath before responding. "Every one of my senior brothers is already dead, all due to cancer." I felt a pang of concern, and my pace slowed as I asked, "And do you have cancer currently?" At this point, I couldn't walk anymore. The weight of Harry's words was crushing, and the eerie atmosphere of the whispering hall was starting to get to me. I stopped walking, my eyes fixed on Harry's, as he delivered the devastating blow.

I said while caressing his cheeks with both of my hands. "You expect me to just do that without thinking about you? Of course not!" He enclosed both of his hands to my cheeks and kissed me on the forehead. "I'll die if I lose you here." "George!!! Oh my god, Yaeri just killed a total of 10 humans! Where are you, we need to celebrate." Harry's sober, fuck. "Oh shit..." I murmured. "This is what I'm saying! Wait for me here, I'll buy him time so you can freely escape."

If my mother were alive, it would have been different right? But I can't rewind time because I needed to change the past. “How did he change?” I asked Harry and wrapped the scarf around my neck well. “He killed his own mother and went berserk. The late king assumed that he had learned about how his father and he wanted the throne.” He is a monster! And he eventually gets the throne like he wanted. I don't think this is a coincidence. I stopped in my tracks and Harry paused with me. I don't know if I should ask this question but everything seems to be happening fast as if somewhere in the shadows is pulling the springs.

“I know that you can’t breathe, August. Two things have occurred to me since arriving in this house. The first is that Harry needs blood. Lots of it. And the other is that our lives will be vastly improved by your death.” She tightened her hold more, feeling the give of flesh and bone beneath her fingers, and August’s arms dropped suddenly, his weight sagging into her hold. “I have crushed your spine,” she told him. “You will die slowly, suffocating or drowning in your spit. Or perhaps fast because Harry is very hungry. I don’t know and don’t care.”

She hollered back. "Kate would never kill any innocent person, what did your brother do?" I exhaled heavily and wiped off the rainwater that blinded me temporarily. The cut on my forehead had healed back, thanks to my nature. "She pronounced him dead because he attempted to save his girlfriend from the wicked grasp of a demonic vampire." "Wait! Is your brother Harry? The werewolf that dated Mary, a witch that summoned a warlock?" My eyes flashed red and I pushed the hoodie girl away from my sight. She raced into the woods, disappearing from our sight.