Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Manacled

Registering her word for two seconds, he grabbed her wrist and yanked down to the ground, holding her jaws furiously. “Infidel huh?” Breathing out slowly, he closed his eyes for a moment. “Fine then.” Roaring, he ripped her bodice open and moved his hand in the air. “If that’s what you consider me now.” He snapped his fingers as the chains on her ankles and wrist tightened. “If that is how you are going to murder out bond then so be it.” He snarled, refraining her feet or hands to move as she fell on the ground. “Arhg, stop it.” She hissed, trying to resist or use her magic but he has in her clasp entirely.

A man stood in front of a big cooking pot and he was dumping a lot of hideous things in it. He picked up the spoon and started stirring it. His eyes turned white when he started muttering an incantation and soon, the pot started boiling and he kept stirring and muttering his spell. The door opened and a woman with snow white hair entered. She walked closer to the man in hood and bowed. “My Lord, I am sorry but we lost track of them again.”

She said. I glanced over, and in a split second, my heart felt like it skipped a beat. The darkness cleared, revealing a man with handcuffs on his wrists and feet. For a while, I thought he was dead because he didn't move at all. He was shirtless, with visible scars on his chest and newer-looking wounds along his arms and shoulders. But then his eyelids opened slowly. They tied each wand to a tree, stretching out his body. The handcuffs were shiny, pure silver, and they made him whimper in agony.

"Chain me. Please. Before I change my mind." I pick up the first manacle—heavy silver etched with symbols I don't recognize—and fasten it around his left wrist. His skin is burning hot to the touch, fever-bright. The second manacle goes on his right wrist, and then I step back. "Sevia." My name comes out rough, desperate. "Promise me you'll run if you need to. Promise me you won't let love or loyalty or the gods-damned bond get you killed."

They have compelled him to tell the truth and when they did not hear what they wanted to hear they whipped and tortured him some more. “You bloody fools! I could have used a spell to get the information out of him,” the enchantress roared at them. Prince Mano was so badly beaten up that he didn’t have the strength to shift into his wolf form so that he can heal the damage that was done to his human form. “Our debt is paid since we brought back your pet,” one of the hybrids said. “Did I ask you to bring back my pet?” the enchantress asked, choking them with a spell.

I hold the power, they hold the suspicious- which is better? When I push open the door, the smell of raw injury makes me gag visibly. Harry lies on the bed. I see how he is tied up like a bird, silver binding him at wrists and ankles- he is clearly uncomfortable. His chest moves in a very funny and slow way that I almost start laughing, and there is a kind of wheezing sound coming out from his mouth to show that he is struggling to breathe. "Good evening, my love," I purr, shutting the door behind me.

His face was handsome and masculine, just like the statue he had just smashed himself. Draco gritted his teeth and struggled, trying to break free from the black liquid wrapped around him. But the stronger he struggled, the stronger and tighter the bonds of black liquid pressed down on him. “What magic is this? This is black magic!" Draco hissed. Edmund moved slowly toward the crowd, trying to blend in with the other sorcerers, seeing an opening for escape. Their circumstances were unfavorable. They were too careless and understaffed. Edmund didn't expect them to be attracting attention this fast.

The lights flickered violently. Scott stumbled back. “What the hell was that?!” “I have no idea!” I yelled. The air split. A portal tore open in the center of the room, swirling with white and gold light. A man stepped through. Tall. Draped in a white robe marked with symbols I didn’t recognize. “Give me the ring,” he said calmly. He raised his hand and a wave of mana wrapped around my arm, yanking me toward him. I reacted instinctively, shifting into a bat mid-air and slipping through his grip.

But he’s careful, practiced. He loosens the knots slowly, watching me like a man watching a caged animal. When the rope slips free, the blood rings hot where the cord dug in, but freedom tastes like ash. My wrists ache as I flex my fingers, and I stand, knees weak, the room tilting a little with motion. Harry doesn’t let me go far. He follows close, eyes never leaving me — a predator who remembers every favor. “I don’t trust you,” he says. It’s not a statement. It’s a promise.

One brown-nosed guard announced, kissing the tight knot of his knees as I swept past hurriedly, creeping toward the black horse that was standing majestically under the fluorescent of the keep’s searchlight. It was certain that I would have Raya Banks writhing underneath my weight by sunrise. I hooked my leg over the dark horse’s large room, pulling on the reigns and bucks on the animal until it settled restlessly. I pumped my fists once, raising my hand high above my head and damned near falling off the horse when we took off, Hagrid’s leather-smooth face darting in and out of shadows behind me as Draco flanked us. The dungeon boy had his uses.