Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Stops Holding Back Goblet Of Fire

When graduation season arrived, the academy held a bonfire party. During the group photo, I stood next to Hudson. He was the boy I grew up with, and I stood by him just as I always had. Someone in the crowd shouted, "Come on, let the future mates stand together!" I had heard this kind of joke countless times, but the secret hidden deep down still made my cheeks burn. Hudson stood next to me, not saying a word. The photographer started the countdown. The bonfire crackled, and right at that moment, a stray thought broke into my mind. "She's so annoying. Can she just stop clinging to me?" Deep, familiar, and laced with irritation. It was Hudson. I was born with a weak wolf, leaving seve

Even though it's just a fist, Harry believes there is a special power that can paralyze anyone who is hit. Several minutes passed, attack after attack was still able to be pushed over by Harry, making the man who was leading the mission approached and ordered his men to step aside. He faced Harry one on one. Harry increased his guard. He prepared himself by rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and coat. "It's good when you're ready to face me, Harry. I'm glad that I finally got to face you. " "Do not talk too much! I will not tolerate you. If there's even one thing in my room to break, then I won't forgive you at all. "

Alice excuses herself and walks onto the bathroom area, I am about to follow her when I feel a hand on my arm stopping me, Harry is looking at me with his eyes burning into my soul. “Don’t you dare, don’t you think you have done enough damage?”, he asks still holding my arm. “Let go of me”, I say facing him. Harry is the same hight as me, I am maybe one inch smaller but I can hold my own with him. “We are happy, just let us be”, Harry says

Harry goes to his desk, takes his phone, and then takes my hand and pulls me out of the office as if he were possessed. Harry's attitude is making me nervous, and a thousand things go through my head, but I don't know what's so special about that gift. [End of flashback] "Girl, it's time to wake up. Please don't do this to me. I knew I shouldn't have let her ride that bike for hours!" A distant crying makes my headache worse, and I groan in pain. I raise my voice, asking them to keep quiet, as my head could explode at any moment.

Chapter 1592 Her slow and steady breath seemed to ignite a blazing fire that burned from the tip of Harry's earlobe to his heart. His last trace of sanity reminded him not to fall for Noah's trick... "You bitch!" "We've come this far. Are you sure you still want to hold back your desire? Isn't this a win-win situation? You should know that once you stepped into this hotel today, there's no turning back..." There were two conflicting voices inside Harry, and upon hearing her final sentence, he went crazy with anger.

Harry says. "It is not good enough for me! I want you to convince him! If he does not marry me in three days, you will die. I will keep this spell on you until Xavier is my husband," I say. I let go of him, and I kicked away his knife. I kept my grip on him until we left the house to return to the club. I walk in front of Harry. It does not look too good. I know it is because of the pain of the spell. However, the next moment, I fell to the ground. I feel the burning of the knife in my back.

I try to keep my voice steady as I speak, and I hope it's convincing. But I can tell how badly I did since the look on Harry's face shows that he's not convinced. That's my cue to leave. "I should go," I say in a rushed tone, but as I turn to leave, I'm not able to take a step because something is holding me back. Him. I slowly turn around to see that Harry's hand is on my wrist. He isn't even holding me tightly, but I can just feel his hold on me, and it causes heat to rise within me.

Harry's fingers tightened around my arm, his nails digging into my skin. "Answer me!" he growled. "Do you really know how to talk?" I frantically nodded my head, my eyes welling up with tears. I knew that one wrong move could seal my fate. "Speak!" Harry's voice was low and menacing, his grip on my arm tightening like a vice. "I want to hear that voice again." I swallowed hard, my voice trembling as I begged, "Please, please, I can speak. Don't do anything to me." My eyes were fixed on Harry's, pleading for mercy.

My eyes flicked to his hands, his long fingers intertwining in his lap, as if he had all the time in the world. "Evelyn is hiding something from me," he said, as he looked at me raising his eyebrows like I knew something about it. "And I’m sure you know what that means." A frown crept onto my face. What the hell is that supposed to mean? I parted my lips to demand an explanation, but before I could, he leaned back into the couch, a slow smirk stretching across his face. "Harry's imbalance shifting... and the fact that she's at Silvermoon Pack right now."

He turned his attention back to me, I dug my nails into the sides of my chair. He was baiting me... challenging me... he wouldn’t let her drink it. I watched as she stared at the goblet, my heart slamming against my chest... He wanted me to out myself... but I wouldn’t because he wouldn’t let her drink the poisoned bræw... right? She raised it to her lips about to take a sip. "STOP!!!" I cried out, surging up, the chair toppling over in the process. She lowered the goblet, glancing at me, a frown on her lips.