Harry Potter Gets His Blocks Removed Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Please forgive me," Harry pleaded. I crossed my arms, letting out a cold, humorless laugh. "Aren't you afraid that going back on your own curse will bring you bad karma?" I slammed the door in his face, but he refused to leave. "Stop being so petty. I already got rid of Violet. What else do you need me to do? You forgave me every other time. Why not this time? I was just playing around with those women. I never loved any of them. I only love you."

My hands moved on my instincts as I pulled my hands backward, protecting the urn at any cost. But, Harry, driven by rage and annoyance, snatched the urn from my hands. "Harry, no!" I screamed, but it was too late. With a cynical laugh, Harry threw the urn against the stone walkway. The ceramic shattered into a thousand jagged teeth, and a cloud of grey dust scattered into the wind, coating the hem of Harry’s polished shoes.

Harry thought. Harry felt a sharp pain, after realizing the whole truth. He turned to face Arthur with his hard glare . "My words remain the same! I will never change them! This slut of a woman, would never get to see her son again. And you who claim to be her baby's daddy, I would advise you don't even make an attempt to get the kid away from me otherwise I will kill you and feed your flesh to the ravens." Harry said with his eyes directly at Arthur, who only looked for a few seconds and eventually moved his eyes away from him. Harry's look was so impossible to behold. Harrh looked like a beast that would cause havoc on earth.

“I’m not touching that. I’ll get tetanus or something.” Harry glanced over at me with a flat, unimpressed look. “And you think I’m going to touch it?” I tried to stare him down. “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who wanted to be the hero. So go ahead and be the hero, Harry. Open it. Don’t let me stand in your way.” Harry looked at the knob, then at me, then back at the knob, and the devil grinned. I expected something stupid like ‘open sesame’ or ‘alohomora’. But nope, he had to be dumb but piss me off at the same time as well.

Not even realizing that I do not like ladies and could never love her. If I didn't stop it now, it was going to become an endless loop. At least I deserved even the slightest bit of happiness tossed my way. "I'm sorry Dad. But if there's anything I have learned. I will not be used by anyone." My feet were around walking away from the room. "You will not walk away from me Harry." Only when my father shouted at me from behind did I stop and chuckle? "I already did." With those words, I stormed out.

• When i get inside my house,i make an ice coffee with popcorns to watch Harry Potter. I'm basically obsessed with Harry Potter.Like first of all,how is Tom Riddle so hot? I know he's a Villain and very toxic but if he gave a chance i would take it. Anyway,I call Kayla to check if she's arrived at her house already or not. "Hey Kayla" "Hey wassup"She said with her chirpy cheery tone. "Are you alone?" "Yea why?" "I was talking to Hayden like asking him some questions and now he's mad at me...I don't even know what i did to make him so pissed at me."

Her heart yearned for the coveted position. I will ensure she never gets her hands on the position she desires. The pack was in agony over the loss of their leader, consumed by grief and despair. However, they seemed oblivious to the culprit responsible for this heinous act. But I knew the truth - Hermione had committed this unforgivable deed. *** BLAKE POV

I hugged her, a simple yet comforting hug. "I got myself into this situation, and you're coming again to clean my mess. How far would your love go to save me from drowning in failure?" she whispered as she gently caressed my back. "Even though I want to come with you, I'm still thinking of Harry. I understand him, and he's just sad." "Will you still think of that if you ever found out what Harry did?" --- George's POV. Harry... he really do that? "Harry's obsession with you is silently killing me. I can't just stand and watch until you lose a drop of your blood. You're coming with me whether you like it or not," he whispered and pulled me out of the library, as slowly as possible.