Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Kills Himself Novels & Stories

If he wasn't careful, he might go over the railing. They were 30 stories above ground! It would definitely be the death of them if they fell. No! Harry didn't want to die just yet! He had so many things to do and so many ambitions to fulfill. "Die! You won't escape today!" Evelyn burst into a crazed laugh, but deep down, she felt miserable. Harry was someone whom she used to deeply love. She could never have foreseen that she would drag him to his death alongside her one day.

I heard him whisper, “Ivy, this time I’ll protect you, no matter what.” I couldn’t tell if it was a dream or reality. As for Harry, his company was over. The bank had come to collect his debts. Harry lost his house and everything. He was homeless and penniless. Teresa was with the werewolf she had cheated on with, but Harry found her. He pushed her down the stairs, and she lost the pup. When she came out of the healing center, she stabbed Harry. Harry died in her arms, and she was sent to a madhouse.

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.”

Broderick indicated. Harry stared at him for a moment. “Before you die, tell me why you killed my family. I want to know why you heartlessly wiped out the entirely family." “I didn’t kill your family members. Someone out there disguised themselves to be and took your family out. Please, if there is one last request I want to make before I die is that you allow me see the face of my daughter” Harry thought through all that he had just said. He believed it wouldn’t be bad to grant him the last request, before he eventually takes him out. He called on his personal assistant at once.

Venom gleamed in Harry's eyes, sharp and poisonous as a viper's. "I want you to have your fun with that woman before killing her. Destroy her face, cripple her hands. And of course, no survivors. Name your price. So long as she dies, I'll pay it." The man's lips curved in a faint smile. "Harry, you're certainly generous." Harry's hatred for Sharon had already rotted to the bone. For days on end, his mind had spun through a thousand ways to torture her to death. "After she's dead, release her nudes online. I'll handle the rest.

I wasn't strong enough to fight, but the worst was the moment I acknowledged that I couldn't defeat Drystan even with my full strength. I jerked my chains and lifted myself to sit. What should I do now? Should I find a way to kill myself before Drystan sunk his teeth in my flesh again? The most pathetic part was that I wasn't even sure how to kill myself. Should I just stab myself with something sharp? Should I aim at my heart? Even thinking about it filled me with terror. I didn't want to die. I was scared of dying, but did I have any other option? I looked around the hall but saw nothing but rocks and dust. There wasn't a single thing within my reach that I could use to harm myself. I turn

Rachel was very furious that she did not get Harry. She took the keys of the handcuffs and uncuffed herself. She took the phone and told his father to give the order that she should be killed. She knew that the only way that Harry would agree to be with her is only if Tamara was dead. She hated her to the core and she wished that she would get out of their lives as soon as possible and it was only a matter of time before she did that.

“Y-You saved me. It’s over.” “It’s never over,” Ariadne cries into Victor’s arms, clutching his ruined shirt. “I was so scared. He was going to kill you.” “I’m still going to kill you. Unless you kill me first.” Harry wheezes on the ground, choking on his own blood. Victor rises to his feet, Ariadne acting as a crutch. “Do it,” Harry laughs. “Send me to them. Let me see my beautiful friends again. I-I don’t want to live without them anymore.”

I wonder if some of them ran away. I wanted to kill that bastard myself! Where was he or his body? What the fuck! I angrily began to search for the fucking bastard. “What are you searching for? Let's go!” Harry protested, but I ignored him. “There's someone I want to kill myself” I spat through gritted teeth as I looked through all the dead men on the ground. My eyes turned red in anger, “The fucker isn't here!” I gnashed my teeth. “So? You want to wait for him?” Harry asked, his eyes dancing in amusement and his lips shaking. He was trying hard not to burst into laughter.

I questioned again. “Because this is my fate after I killed him. Harry was destined to die in the real world that day and I had to prevent it from happening. I twisted his fate because I didn’t want him to be gone too soon.” This wasn’t making any sense but in the back of my head, Diana was telling the truth. Right now, my mind is boggling with everything she has said since it’s something that is hard to believe. “So where did you bury Harry? I want to see him.” I demanded.