Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Goes To Gringotts Weasley Bashing Fanfiction

~FLASHBACK AUTHOR'S POV “ Sit still, Harry! ” Sia grunted for the nth time to Harry, who was moving his hand too much and was whining like a baby. Sia had hardly managed to convince him to come to her apartment and let her tend to his wound. He being Harry, had almost ate her brains out just to get inside her apartment. Now here these two were, in the apartment engaged in a cold war.

Harry’s heart plunged as he shot Dior a ruthless glare, filled with disgust and disappointment. The sight made Dior freeze. Harry stood up from his seat coldly and turned to leave. What happened? Seeing that Harry was ready to leave, Dior acted instantaneously and chased after him, not having enough time to formulate her thoughts as she grabbed his wrist. "Harry, listen to me, won't you?" She felt nauseous. She had a feeling that after he left her, she would never see him again! Harry looked at her murderously as he sneered at her. "So you asked me out so you could try and kill Sonia, huh? I thought of you too kindly. This is indeed something Ms. Granger would do!"

Or worse, what if they're that crazy to throw me in a pool of piranhas or alligators? Maybe I was losing my mind. Nobody could blame me anyway. I had reasons to go coo-coo anyway. My mom died when I was young, daddy was never nice, loan sharks were after me, and I was left with no choice but to stay at this Hogwarts copycat. Not to mention the lady whom Uncle George called the head mistress looked like that lady who can shift into a cat. I'd never seen the movie, just a few clips Jessy was so obsessed about. Well I wished there would be a real-life Malfoy in this place. That would be awesome. I took in some air while trying to wash away the eerie feeling that's enveloping me before I forced

Drake says, trying to keep a straight face. “My son showed me the movies, and what can I say, I’m hooked. I even took the Quiz on Potter and it turns out I’m a Slytherin. Who would have thunk it?” Grace replies. “That explains so much.” Lydia mumbled under her breath, “If you loved the movies, you should read the books. They’re amazing, and they left out one of my favorite characters, Peeves. And I just feel like they didn’t portray Ginny very well in the movies. Like not only is she beautiful, but she’s also extremely smart, and an incredible dueler. She had a crush on Harry when they first met at the train station, and she’s been in love with him since he rescued her from the Basilisks, bu

Noah then returned to his seat. Mr. Chavez walked into the classroom. We all returned to our respective positions. I looked at Harry when Mr Chavez was in class. Why did he come out to give Bella that much money? Aren't they rivals? What exactly is going on between them? That day, Bella addressed Harry as "babe" in front of the class, but when we questioned her about it, she said that she was teasing him to make him angry about her. But now, Harry stood alone and handed up the money. Not just in small amounts but for the total amount required for the surgery. Why did he give that amount of money? If Harry despises Bella, why did he give her that money?

Calithra's eyes gleamed coldly with hostility as she spoke sinisterly, "You may go back now, Harry. I will prepare for a bit before setting out." "In that case, I'll be taking my leave now, Grandma!" He didn't want to stay here for another second and hurriedly went out, shouting as he left, "I'll be waiting for you in Cloudcove, Grandma! You have to avenge Mom and Dad!" With that, Harry limped off as quickly as he could with his bad leg, finally leaving Vilemoor behind him. This place was too error and mysterious for words, and it made him feel too uncomfortable! He swore that he wasn't going to return there again next time!

I breathed, my voice a pathetic, broken sound that I barely recognized as my own. "Please what?" he taunted, pressing just deep enough to make me arch my back off the table. "Say it. If you want me to give you, you have to beg for it. Tell me you’re mine to break." "I... I’m yours," I sobbed, the words feeling like a betrayal of my very soul. "Please, Draco. Do it." He didn't wait for a second invitation. He thrust inward, a sudden, heavy intrusion that stole the air from my lungs.

Madam Pomfrey visibly pursed her lips in fury and answered. "It was a quidditch accident, Lord Ravenclaw, a simple cracked wrist that I could have fixed in a jiff. But the new DADA professor resolved to take the matter in his own hands instead of taking Mr. Potter to me. The boy even said that tried to stop him, but he insisted on fixing the issue, and he is 'the great' Gilderoy Lockheart." The last part was said with anger in her belly. "He ended up messing the spell up and vanished all of Mr. Potter's arm and hand's bones. And he had the audacity to say after that now that he had no bones, there was no more crack to fix!"

The merciless punisher; anyone who opposed him faced a vicious animal. He was compared to Voldemort in Harry Potter —he who shall not be named or whatever. We all knew it was him behind the attacks, but we could only hope that it wasn’t. After all, hadn’t we convinced ourselves that fear was just a product of our creative minds? I looked over at Lily, who was rocking back and forth. Could she be wrong and misinformed? I pray she is wrong!

Harry smirked, “You know what’s worse? They say he’s gay and infertile. I couldn’t let your sister get married like that.” Filled with rage, I couldn’t let myself be dragged down like that. I opened the cake I was holding and slammed it to Harry’s face. I shoved the chocolates down his throat and kicked Harry’s balls and he groaned in pain. I pulled my sister’s hair and she yelped in pain.