Harry Potter Fanfiction Where Snape Discovers Harry Cutting Himself Novels & Stories

Harry said stubbornly. “Anay, who do you think you are, huh? Let me tell you, don’t push me further. Otherwise, I don’t mind slapping you even though you are a woman.” Saying that he pounced on me. However, before his hand could touch my face, I ducked, and his hand missed my face. Then, I caught Harry’s hand, and pushed him aside, causing his head to smash against the table. The next second, Harry’s lips were cut, and blood flowed from his lips.

Henry warned, looking toward the approaching storm. “With pleasure!” Harry's menacing eyes sent a chill down my spine. Charging at me, he grabbed my tail, throwing me against the rocks. I roared in pain, and then his claws began to cut into my flesh, accompanied by bites. Due to his ego and arrogance, Harry didn't realize that I had passed my claws through his belly, making him hiss. “Damn it!” Harry growled, taking a few steps back. “In the end, you got me, didn't you, hybrid?”

June’s Pov After I finally registered what just happened, I quickly jumped off the sink and unfortunately sprained my ankle with that. I screamed out in pain and I see Harry trying to find where I was with panic and pain evident in his eyes and my heart broke, my eye swell with tears at the sight as I regretted my action of jumping off the sink at Impulse. I quickly touched his leg and he turned around to find my face.

My food and drink were all dropped on the floor. Sophia placed her hand on my shoulder saying, "Let's go, Bella." I stood from the place and took the strawberry drink from Sophia's plate and poured it over Harry's head. He got mad and grasped my shirt collar and stared at me. I whispered, "Are you going to tear off my shirt? Well, Go on." Liam came out of nowhere and separated us saying, "What are you doing? Did you two forget that there's CCTV here?" Harry gave a death stare and left with his friends.

I asked him with furrowed brows but he just glares at me as if he can't believe I was asking him a question. "Are you fucking high? Put it on your empty brain." Harry replied with a taunting voice and then he suddenly kneels on the ground, he opens the band-aid and put it on my knee. I gasped when I noticed the wounds on my knee, I almost forgot about it. "Thank you," I said shyly. "Tsk!" He replied before standing up and then he starts walking away from me, I couldn’t help but frown staring at him walking down the street.

He wondered if Harry had some kind of supernatural ability or if there was another explanation for the strange occurrence. Harry sighed in frustration and tried to suppress the pain. He covered one eye with his hand and then opened it again. Instantly, one of Harry's eyes glowed with a fiery yellow hue. He groaned and struck the restroom mirror, causing it to crack. Arlo was startled by the noise and made a sound, alerting Harry to the fact that he was not alone in the restroom. Harry turned and moved closer to Arlo, intending to investigate the source of the noise. However, Arlo reacted much quicker and without making a sound. He swiftly moved to another location just as Harry checked where

He gnashed as he looked away. “You will know all these but for now, let us just leave it like that. For now, we have to get Yifa to the Jade witch, what if Dumbledore demands her as a price since I need his help?? How do I survive the dark nights??” I cursed as I clenched my fist in anger as my claws sprouted out, piercing into my palms and causing me to bleed. “Darn it!! You’re bleeding.” He rushed my hands as he looked at me. “You need to get treated right away before going anywhere.” He mumbled as we both walked in.

“You’ll be surprised at how empowering it is to kill someone. Go on.” To say that I’m shocked would be an understatement. I look down at him, and sure enough, the cut that I made on his neck is already gone. Come to think of it, didn’t Varyn bust his lip earlier? There’s no mark of that on his face now. There has to be some kind of sorcery at play. I’m trying my bets to keep my hand steady. To still seem a little bit threatening, but seeing his smile and knowing that he heals fast has stolen my courage.

Once he stopped, I moved my gaze to his face, dark and unreadable. In his hand, he held a sharp pair of scissors, metal gleaming under the dim lamplight. I stiffened, my pulse quickening. “What… are you doing with that?” Without a word, he stepped forward, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and before I could scream or push him away, he cut it clean off. The sickening sound of metal slicing through strands echoed sharply in the silence. “What the hell—” I cried out, hand instinctively rising to the butchered strands of blonde falling unevenly around my shoulders.

If he didn't talk, I would cut it. "No, Hannah! No, please!" He looked at me desperately and I squeezed harder. "I didn't do anything!" He screamed. "I swear, Hannah, I didn't do anything! I just came in and jerked off, but I never touched you, because Suzy drugged you and you looked more dead than alive. I swear! I wanted to, but I wanted to get you awake, not half-dead! I swear!" He was desperate. "And I believe you!" I smiled and closed the scissors, making a deeper cut, but not completely amputating that disgusting thing!