Harry Potter Gets His Blocks Removed Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace. Reaching the seventh floor corridor, I paused outside the Room of Requirement, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Then, with a trembling hand, I knocked three times. The door swung open and there he stood - Harry Potter himself, glasses glinting in the candlelight. His black hair was messier than usual, like he'd run his fingers through it a hundred times. The white shirt hugged his lean chest and his dark jeans clung to his hips. He was gorgeous.

He calmly said like I was talking to someone with no emotions. "What? I am fighting for that girl...I mean...what if...just what if your friend finds out? You were meant to take care of her not fuck her" I announced on top of my lungs and Harry leans back to his chair. He looked like someone in his savage era totally looking at me like I have lost it. "I intend to make her mine..." He hadn't complete his statement when my hand pushed the cabbage in my hand inside his mouth. "You're a Pedophile"

To express my gratitude to Stephen, my parents prepared a suit of armor with anti-magic defense. I went to deliver it to him. But when I arrived at Stephen’s mansion, I saw Harry walking out the front door. His face was black and blue, his shoulders were covered in scratch marks and blood. His hair was messy. Clearly, he had been beaten by the guards and thrown out. I tried to avoid him, but he came up to me and grabbed my wrist. “You finally came to see me, Ivy,” he said. “I knew you would. I’m sorry, I was too selfish at the ceremony. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”

His fingers hovered over the velvet tray before closing around the very same dildo I had touched only minutes ago. "This," he said, holding it up like a trophy. "You seem fascinated by it. Curious, weren't you? Let's see how well you handle your own curiosity." "Draco," I gasped, the name catching in my throat. My mind was screaming, this is wrong, this is a trap, you are losing everything, but my blood hummed with a different command. He didn't answer. He simply reached for my skirt, bunching the fabric up until I was fully exposed to the harsh, overhead light of the room.

My action filled him with despair. He took a few steps back. “We’ve been a couple for five years! How could you act so cruelly and forget about everything?!” I remained indifferent. “Yes, Mr. Miller. I was once a love-struck fool. But it was in the past.” Then, I paused and pointed at my head. “It’s gone now. I need to thank you for that. If not, I wouldn’t have realized that I needed to remove the part of me that loves you. It’s a bug in my system.”

"Good. Because even though you've been hurtful sometimes, I know you wouldn't do anything that wasn't ultimately for my benefit. I trust you, even if I'm still wary because of your status." Something shifted in his expression, became softer somehow. But then his gaze traveled to my neck, and I felt heat pool in my stomach. "Are you here to feed?" I asked, my cheeks burning. He smiled at my blush. "I am. But first, I want to teach you how to block mental interference. It will help you stay more in control during the process." I raised an eyebrow. "Mental interference?" "I can't compel everyone," he explained. "Some people have stronger mental barriers than others. The stronger your barriers,

"Your scar, Mr. Potter, contin, indeed, a piece of corrupted alien magic in it. And the headaches that you had are the result of said corrupted alien magic 'hammering' the protection. It has something to do with who that piece of corrupted magic belongs to." Erik replied, with a tone of 'enigma' in the end, waiting for the boy to link the dots. And he did. "Voldemort?" Erik nodded at the boy's almost whispered name. "Can it be removed?" Larry Potter asked, looking very seriously at Erik. The idea of having a piece of Voldemort's magic in him disgusted the boy to another entirely different level. "It can. Do you want me to do it?" Erik replied and asked back to the boy, looking directly in hi

But I don’t see anything and no longer have the feeling. “Hedwig, I think I am losing it.” I look to the bed for him, only to realize I left him in the floor. “OMG I am so sorry!” I rush to pick him up hugging and giving me a kiss before putting him on the bed. “There you go. Now I am going to shower get snuggly and we will get some cereal and put on Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. And before you ask, we can’t skip any movies. Because if I when I get rejected again if I die, I will not go out without having seen them all at least once!” I say as I go through my drawers till, I find my Gryffindor rob onesies and head to the shower. Soon as I start to wash, I realize I forgot to put on

Harry goes to his desk, takes his phone, and then takes my hand and pulls me out of the office as if he were possessed. Harry's attitude is making me nervous, and a thousand things go through my head, but I don't know what's so special about that gift. [End of flashback] "Girl, it's time to wake up. Please don't do this to me. I knew I shouldn't have let her ride that bike for hours!" A distant crying makes my headache worse, and I groan in pain. I raise my voice, asking them to keep quiet, as my head could explode at any moment.

Author's Pov "I am ready to sacrifice anything for my sister. Have it. This is what you always wanted right. To win over me. It's all yours now but in return just free my sister. Stay away from her." Liam said with a heavy heart. He knew doing this wouldn't make her change her mind but at least she will have peace of mind after all in his mind he still thinks that Harry is torturing her. Suddenly a sound of chuckle echoed in the room as Harry stood up from his seat roughly slamming the file on the floor. Liam stared at him with wide eyes.