Harry Potter Gives Up Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide. “You’ve actually seen Harry fucking Potter?!” “I’ve read it. I have kids and grandkids. I need to know the things they know. Besides, even though the author was a dumbass, it’s a pretty cool story.” Cyrus nodded, “it is, right?” He winked at me. “But don’t fucking worry. I’ll die first, so I’ll let you know what it’s like.” “Don’t make jokes about that!” April said, slapping Cyrus’ arm, who pretended to be more hurt than he actually was.

Slowly, I travelled my head back towards her direction as I see her smile beginning to fade as she looks at me intently and I think she realized that something was not right, “What is wrong Merry? You look really sad.” My tears beginning to escape my eyes and I completely lost my shit as I started crying in front of the enchantress, “Oh Merry what happened? C’mere!” She exclaims while she opens her arms and gives me a warm embrace. She rubs my back and runs her palm over her spine continuously. “Did something terrible happen? What’s wrong?” She questions, sounding worried. I shake my head sideways, “Harry’s gone. He left me.” “Harry wouldn’t.” She responds, sounding in disbelief. “Harry coul

"After nine years, your father found a suitable mate for you, Harry. I placed the attraction spell on him and your father gave you a mixture of an attraction and suppression potion for six months until you turned 18 and Harry magically walked into the picture. You made eye contact and boom!!! You two fell in love, marked each other and were supposed to live happily ever after, but well… you know what happened." I sagged against the shelf behind me, completely drained by her revelation. "Did he tell you why he did what he did?" I asked softly. "He kept on saying it had to be done and there was no other way but whatever his reasons were, he really cared and loved you." I let out a snort. "Oh y

“How do you even come up with these things?” Harry grinned proudly, leaning back in his chair. “It’s a gift, really. I consider myself a prank prodigy.” “Prodigy or not, you’re going to get expelled one of these days,” Lucas said, his voice light but laced with warning. “And I'm not going to help you this time if anything happened.” “This time?!” I questioned and Harry snorted, shrugging his shoulders. Next, he waved Lucas off. “Nah, they love me. Besides, someone’s got to keep things interesting.”

Memories of me and Ethan sprawled on my bed or my bedroom floor reading books together, guessing each other’s Hogwarts house. It was Friday afternoon. As the classes were over before noon, I had called Jake over to help me pack all my stuff for the move. Anya would have helped, but she was in her office and had called in to make sure Jake and Andrew were behaving. “Is that Harry Potter?!” Andrew exclaimed, rushing into my room and leaning down to see the books with his big brown eyes. I grinned at him and let him see the books. “My mom gifted it to me when I was ten.”

Sara’s nose scrunched up in disgust. “I am 90% certain she spiked my drink with a love potion! I was a young warlock, making my way in the world, finally allowed to leave my parents house, approved by the council. She was at a bar… we were trading spells and suddenly she looked prettier, and well…” he simply shrugged before continuing. “I never called her back though, since when I woke up it had worn off.” He shuddered and Sara growled low, rolling her eyes.

— I'm not going to give spoilers, you need to read the rest of the book – he replies with an air of mystery – now it's late, time for the little wolf to go to sleep. I watch when the little bugger pouts, but nods, settling himself on the bed. "Do you think witches are good Scalet?" – I roll my eyes, remembering an old wizard friend who is simply unbearably cold, I think that's why we can be considered "friends". — I think some are, well, Harry is very kind and brave – I frown and decide to end this whole session of compliments on that Harry. I walk in and don't wait for them to say a word before pulling my mate to my shoulder leaving her gaping at my action.

Hatred pulsed heavily inside my chest as I remembered the way he stood outside the cathedral while my world burned around me. The memory ignited something vicious inside me all over again... I wanted him to suffer, I wanted all of them to suffer... even if it destroyed me too. Slowly, I stepped closer toward the monitor displaying Draco’s face. My reflection appeared faintly against the screen beside his image... a broken bride covered in blood standing beside a king raised in violence. The contrast felt almost laughable then quietly, I asked the question already haunting me. “How do I make a monster fall in love with me?”

Only then did Harry belatedly realize that his people had been replaced or fired one by one over the past six months. Aside from Nessa, there was no one left in the company who truly belonged to him. He could not bring himself to beg anyone. All he could do was watch as the backlash continued to grow. [Time for the second move.] I sent Wesley a message. … I was going to expose Nessa’s fake suicide attempt. Harry had always firmly believed that Nessa’s love for him was pure and flawless. In my previous life, after she tricked him into returning to the country, he had merely heaved a sigh and said, “Nessa just cares about me too much.”

"Just thought I owed you one for helping me get out of the leyline." "Speaking of which, you left me in there." "Not on purpose," she squeaks. "The line snapped closed before I could reach to pull you out." "Whatever." "God, you've got it made, you know that? I've slaved for years to study magic and how to use it. When I discovered my power was fading away, I tried everything I could to stop it. Nothing worked. Then you saunter in complaining about having magic and how awful it was. How you wanted to leave and go back to your pathetic human school. And I envied you."