Harry Potter Gets Revenge On Everyone Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Logan, the ever-passionate lover, found his girlfriend with another guy.” As Harry spoke, his words painted a picture of a younger Logan filled with fury, a stark contrast to the Logan that had just shared his childhood memories with me moments ago. “He completely lost it,” Harry continued, relishing each word, each reaction from us. “Beat the poor guy to a pulp. A couple of days later, guess what happened to him?” Harry’s eyes were alight with sadistic glee as he recounted the tale, and I could feel a cold knot forming in the pit of my stomach.

Harry thought in panic as he tried to escape the two beasts that bore down on him, his friends couldn’t do anything to save him and Theo was weak. Theo watched as they grabbed Harry with his cloth which was already burning, Harry screamed in pain as the pain was unbearable, the beasts were trying to burn him alive. The hellhound that dipped his hand into his heart tried to remove the dagger but it proved abortive. The death of Carly flashed through Theo’s head, he remembered the promise of revenge for her death and now he was about to lose Harry. Tremendous anger surged through Theo, his eyes sparked blue and his veins sprouted out, they showed vividly on his body…

For a moment, Harry's smile faltered, but he quickly recovered and agreed. He had spent seven years carefully setting a trap and playing his part, enduring everything. In the end, he got nothing. That was why he had gone mad, colluded with his female friend to destroy me in the cruelest way ever, and driven my parents to desperation so he could claim everything he had coveted. There was no way I was going to let him get away with it. A mudball should stay in the bottomless swamp where it belonged.

I gave her a small nod and then smiled. “Have you heard the story about the girl who lost her milk because she was daydreaming?” she nodded looking confused. “Okay then learn something from that and quit daydreaming, Sandra. I forgave you for pushing me in the pool but keep pushing me like this and you will regret it.” She looked baffled when I finished so I patted her cheek and walked away. But she is right about one thing and that is Harry is a good man and he deserves every right to be happy.

According to this book, the spell Damien cast on her would be returned to him threefold. 'I can't wait,' she thought. 'I'm going to make him suffer through the same torment he inflicted on me.' She pictured him on his knees, crawling after her, being forced to take cold baths, starved, and whipped. It gave her no real pleasure other than the sweet satisfaction of vengeance. When he appeared in the doorway, she wasn't surprised to see him, smiling like a dimwit with a bouquet of wildflowers in his hands. They were pretty, but they were destined for the bin.

Looking at Clara , she couldn’t block the thought out of her head . That stupid man , had made them fuck each other just to please him , something that she could never do, she found herself doing it just to please them . She knew that if she dared to disobey that only meant torture from them . She had seen most of the girls get tortured and just died from the process . Even though she was going through the worst phabse , she knew that she didn’t want to die now , she still wanted to know how she got here , she wanted to know if it was her ex husband .

He knew every detail clearly. "Yes, there's no love lost between us, but what about you? Do you still love her? Have you forgotten how she trampled on your dignity and your pride? Even when you begged her, she still went to Nathan! She..." "Shut up!" Harry sternly cut her off, "That's none of your business! Besides, she's just a mentally ill patient now. You don't need to do all that to her." "Don't you want to get revenge? Don't you want her to pay for hurting you?" Joyce whispered.

His eyes were bloodshot, like a man on the edge of madness. “I’ve searched for you for four years. Four years! I took revenge on everyone who ever hurt you. I thought about you every single day, and yet you’ve forgotten me?” Frightened, I hid behind Wesley. Suddenly, two children rushed out from backstage. They clung to my legs, glaring at Harry with fiery eyes. “You bad man! Don’t you dare hurt our mom!” Harry froze. His gaze locked onto the children who looked so much like him.

She couldn't wait to give him his punishment; at least she had started, and if there was any justice in the world, she would find a way to finish the job. Henrick dominated the conversation and determinedly kept it neutral and uncontroversial. Before Estel knew it, he was getting to his feet and dragging her up with him. She hadn't even finished her white-chocolate ice cream, she thought resentfully as she yanked futilely at the grip Henrick had on her arm.

Trivialities?! Harry's cheek flushed beet red, as he clearly believed that it was a big deal that he decided my fate, and it hurt him a lot more than insulting him. He growled through his teeth in frustration, "You can stop pretending! You were just holding a grudge because I stopped our parents from taking you home, and now you want revenge against me and my sister!" I finally had enough and burst out laughing. But when I stopped, I narrowed my eyes coolly. "Mr. Grant, don't you think you're flattering yourself? Revenge against you? Who do you think you are?