Harry Potter Grey Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Harry spoke calmly, looking into Galadriel's eyes, which were burning with anger for him "Harry, let's go to the doctor." Harry looked at her before sighing and taking her hand to leave the house, but Galadriel held her hand "What do you want, Peeta?" "We need to talk." Grace fought with every fiber in her body as she looked into his eyes "I don't, please stop coming here. let me live my life." He looked at her with anger that bothered him to see Harry's hand wrapped around her waist “Your life is with me, you are my companion, you are mine.” She felt Harry's hand on her waist It intensifies

"Hey Adrian! You know me, I'm Maddy, and I've always wanted to meet you. Madelyn Gregory, Mad Greg for shorts to only her cheesy wannabes and haters, and that apparently was about seventy to eighty percent of Ridgewood High girls. Madelyn was one of the three Gorgon's of Ridgewood high (with Devon as number two) a look from either of the three, could petrify the heart of anybody. Her nastiness, and hoedom, made her a beacon of hate amongst the girls. Cheesy bunch! "Don't you have makeups to be applying, or blowjobs to sell somewhere?"

I am not risking it now not knowing what kind of contract you two hold. Ban: I should. But for now. I should do what needs to be done. Lord Gula please teach me how to remove that contract with Grey. The next few minutes I spent trying to learn the command and when I finally did, I went to the unconscious Grey and kneel down. The spell consisted of removing his given name and a few incantations. I was about to speak when Grey lifted his hand up and grabbed my arm. Grey: Don't- Ban: Don't? What do you mean? This is dangerous.

It was Grey’s turn to drive so I sat in the back with Wren because Lucius doesn’t do back seats. As we drive down the highway, Grey’s playing his music. “Turn this up!” I tap his shoulder. “Really?” He turns and grins. “Yeah! I like it.” I smile at him in the mirror. “Ok.” He turns it up. He rolls down the windows Wes turns to Grey. “God. You infected her.” “Shut up, dick. She was made for me.” Grey growled. “Weren’t you, foxy lady?” He held his hand back and I grabbed it.

There had to be. "But... but I’m sure you’re the..." I started to speak, but my voice faltered, the words caught in my throat. Before I could finish, Grey erupted. His eyes, once cold and distant, now burned with unbridled rage. "Shut up!" he snarled. "And get the hell out of my sight. Leave this place before I make you disappear, and not even your body will be found in the streets of Havilla!"

Because of this, he increasingly sought Debbie's whereabouts secretly. “What the hell. That's not it! Seriously -“ “Talk to Debbie again." Grace can't wait, Harry's denial doesn't work anymore. she didn't want to hear any more of Harry's lame excuses. Harry was speechless, his fine self-face mask indeed unable to deceive Grace who knew and understood him so well. “How can I talk if she firmly denies my existence?” Finally Harry opened his heart to tell the story. Grace is anxious and eager to help. “Do you need help? Should I—“

Gray’s pov Her grey curls and elegant presence clouded my mind, and everything in the clearing seemed to have faded away, leaving just the two of us. My eyes stared dreamily. I was drawn to her. I longed for her in a way that was new to me, a way that made everything else irrelevant. My hands swiftly came out of my trousers pocket and nervously adjusted my tie, trying to compose myself and make me look presentable but I just couldn’t control the urge. They were killing me, she was vulnerable and drunk.

I fear that my memories are beginning to come back to me and although it should be good news that finally I can now remember my people and no longer feel like an orphan but in this case I have a bad feeling that my memories coming back to me is more bad than good and it might cause great problems. Grey is now a completely different man that loves, cares and respects me greatly and although he is still very dangerous and feared by all because of him and his fathers insatiable thirst for control, he doesn’t bring those wicked behaviors around me and he also listens to all my requests and tries to fulfil them immediately they come out of my mouth.

she questioned "Old?" he repeated "Like Dumbledore ?" she asked with a little bit of excitement. He looked lost for a moment . "We watched Harry Potter movie once, and she has obsessed with it ever since then " I explained . The car drove to a halt and I looked outside at the huge intimidating mansion from the window. It felt as if I was suddenly washed with flood of memories that I had wanted them to remain buried. I tried to keep my expression neutral even as a wave of anxiety kicked in, I felt his gaze on me and returned his stare, he had a sort of a troubled expression.

A young woman? Grey scoffed in his mind. He could never see her as just that. Especially not after all these troubles she had given him. Then he thought of the council. The Everlasting Tree. The dragons. Stormfang. Everything resting upon one frightened girl who couldn't even stay inside a warm room. His irritation hardened into something colder. Something darker. "I hate this." Grey growled underneath his breath as he kept running. "I hate this contract marriage." Another step. "I hate this impossible responsibility."