Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Stops Talking Snape

Harry looked at Ava and whispered in her ear "I am going to talk with my business partners, be here" She just smiled and nodded her head, this is not the first time to be here for Ava so she is used to it when Harry went to talk with his other business partners, Ava was alone, she just went around and took some of the snakes as always and started to have it sitting in of the table when someone sat on the same table and called Ava, who is in her own world thinking about something, but as soon as she heard the voice, she turned back and looked at that person with a smile saying "Revan, what are you doing here?".

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

I gulp. My throat feels dry. Can we just talk about how beautiful those amber eyes are? I feel like I’m drowning in them. I’m petrified, even though no one has cast a Petrificus Totalus spell on me. Yep, I still remember how Hermione Granger did that to Neville Longbottom. The person gripping my wrist looks irritated because I just disturbed his sleep, but then his expression softens as he stares at me. “Sienna? ” he whispers. His voice is low, sending shivers down my spine.

It seems like he's thinking of something else, so I have to snap my fingers right in front of him. "You okay?" I ask, making sure. Harry blinks, nodding in response. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry for spacing out," he mumbled, looking down on the sand. I squint my eyes, twisting my body so I could see him clearly. The wind blew, making the strands of my hair cover my face. I removed these strands, pushing them at the back of my ear to see Harry, who averted his eyes away from me. His chest was falling and rising, not in a usual way. Did he think of something painful? Or did a memory trigger him?

I just wondered how he would have reacted if he had heard when I was talking about Harry. He turned to leave but then stopped abruptly and my heart leaped. What was it that made him stop, I was in oblivion. I turned to Alexis and she did the same at the time and our eyes trembled. I swallowed saliva and I awaited the reason why he halted. He took two strides back and said.

"The sight that unfolded before my eyes were nothing short of breathtaking and awe-inspiring—" "Hermione, what are you trying to do?" Kade abruptly interrupted her, causing her words to halt mid-sentence. She burst into a boisterous fit of laughter. She stops laughing. "Well, nothing, but I do think what you guys are doing is very, super interesting because it seemed like you loved each other that much . . ." she murmured. "You've got no right to speak to me in that tone, Hermione, not after what you've done to me—"

I want to escape, Harper has left us alone once again, promising that no one will interrupt us this time. "This is my fucking life, Harry. Stop interfering," my voice breaks, and I feel myself becoming emotional. "That's why I'm asking you to let me go. We can finish this conversation another time." I fall silent as I see him approaching me, stopping for a fraction of a second so that our bodies and breath are close to each other. "Have you stopped loving me?" he asks softly, and I close my mouth and shake my head.

His mind is elsewhere. After a few seconds, his eyes narrow and his features sharpen. He exhales sharply. "Harry, what are you going to do?" I ask him. "Stop the music!" He barks out loud, and everything changes.

"She says it's time for some special treatment." "No," Alora's voice shakes slightly. "No, please… please it's enough… please" The sound of a slap cuts her short and there is a shrill cry of pain in the air Harry jerks. "Stop!" he shouts. I place a finger against my lips. “Shhh… you are ruining the fun, Harry. Also, have you forgotten that they can't hear you? Harry, only you can hear them, dumbass!”

I caught the way their eyes lingered too long on me, the way one of them shook as if I might lash out just by breathing. “Monster,” one of them whispered.too loud for it to be an accident. My chest tightened. But Harry—Harry laughed. A low, laugh that sent chills down my spine. “See?” His eyes moved as the students hurried off. “They already know. The question is—when will you stop caring?” I had no answer. My tongue felt heavy. That night, the whispers grew louder.