روايات وقصص ضمن Harry Potter Fanfiction Wbwl Parents Want Him Back

“I don’t want to feel too burdened for your family. It would be embarrassing to—” Harry holds my hand and stops me, “Don’t worry, mom understands. I have discussed everything to her last night when you were fast asleep. Besides, there is another thing that I would like to ask your parent’s permission.” “What is it?” I questioned. Harry’s hand holds me a little tighter and I think he wanted to make me feel calmer, “I’m planning to take Merry to Maldives as she wished to see her sister and personally I want her too.”

My parents could not take it, but there was nothing they could do about it. After all, they were the ones who took the initiative to take Harry in as their godson. If word got out about what was happening, it would be humiliating to them. Whenever my parents tried to kick Harry out, he would start making a huge fuss while saying incessantly, "Didn't you want me as your son? Isn't it normal for your son to stay in your house? If you kick me out, I'll tell everyone about how you abused me. Let's see how everyone will look at you when you walk out of this house!"

The corner of my mouth twitches up in amusement as I say, “I didn’t forget my contacts, Harry. Or well, maybe I did, but I don’t even know if they would work anymore. Look at me.” His eyes meet mine and I know he can see the way they’re practically glowing now that I’ve come into my full power. He breathes out, “Yeah, I guess you’re right. No more hiding this now.” Todd says, “We need to call mom and dad.” Archer speaks up, “No need to worry your parents. You are all safe here and tomorrow when you go back home then we can sit down and discuss.” Harry’s nose crinkles up and he says, “You don’t understand all the details.”

"Harry, stop talking." Carwyn Levi lowered his voice. The always obedient Harry shook his head firmly and replied, "No! Harry wants his mother and Uncle Levi to get along! Harry wanted to tell his mother that Uncle Levi did everything. Uncle Levi really wants you back, can you forgive him?" Grainne knew Harry liked Carwyn Levi very much, she also knew Harry wanted Carwyn Levi to be his father. Looking at Harry's determined gaze, Grainne felt a little softened. She didn't have the heart to upset Harry again. "Okay, I'll forgive you!" Grainne didn't have the aura he'd imagined.

"Rule number two: I want a neat house when I'm back from work. "Rule number three: I want a hot meal waiting for me, depending on what you want to give me," he says with a taunting smirk on his face. My mind seizes. "Is he trying to turn me into a house help? This isn't what was discussed with my father," I babble out before I can stop myself. "Well, Cinderella, this is my house, and you do as I say, or else you know what's going to happen, right, honey?"

But in reality, I had never seen a single cent of my parents' pension. I turned toward the closet and pulled out a few sets of clothes. "I'm going back home tomorrow." His face fell instantly. "Why would you go back now? What if…" "Relax. No one will find out. I just want to see my parents." Christian let out a breath of relief. He stepped closer, trying to take my hand. But I dodged him. He withdrew his hand awkwardly and said, "Dear, I'm sorry. I really just lost my head for a moment. But things have already reached this point. We can only make the best of it now.

Harry looked effortlessly elegant in a navy shirt and light blazer. “I like this place,” Arabella said, glancing around. “It feels… peaceful. Like a world where problems don’t exist.” She gently pushed Harry’s wheelchair forward. “I chose it because we need space. Quiet, warmth. Just for us,” Harry replied. Their food arrived, conversation flowed, laughter danced between them—until Arabella’s gaze sobered. “Harry, are you sure about this? About Adam? I’m afraid he’ll still try to hurt my father.” Harry leaned back, sipping his drink before responding. “I’m not just sure, Bella. I’ve already acted.”

Dad's long explanation. Harry just shook his head and didn't want to listen. "No, I want to have what is rightfully mine. Now, keep it up, or I'll kill this mother, daughter, and your favorite son! I'll take what is rightfully mine, and I'll take everything from your favorite son!" Harry said full of hatred. I ran over to Amber and Aunt. "Stop this Harry! Please, he is our dad. We are Family." I feel sorry for him, but he is getting further for the wealth he wanted!

Not that I should like any of them, but I really don’t like him. “That’s right. We better talk to this girl,” the black-haired guy said seriously. No matter how I look at it, I really don’t like them. I’m just pretending to be a werewolf. Why do they waste time humiliating me? “What do you need?” I asked softly. I want this over, because I still have to see Daddy. I’m sure he’ll say he misses me. So many things changed when they became my parents. They accepted me completely and made me feel like their real child even though I’m not a werewolf. Then I felt the red-haired guy loosen his hold on me.

He had simply loved Liam with all his heart. Dorian looked at me before smiling. “Looks like I don’t have much of a choice.” Liam cheered happily. “Yes!” He grabbed Dorian’s hand and started pulling him toward his bedroom. “Come on! We still have to finish our board game.” “I’m coming,” Dorian laughed. As they disappeared down the hallway, Aunt Margaret smiled knowingly. “I don’t think he’ll ever learn how to say no to that little boy.” “I don’t think he wants to,” I replied.