Harry Potter Has A Daughter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I make my point, and from the blank expression that rested on his face, Harry's expression quickly contorts into one of pure rage, and he mirrors the look he had on his face when talking to Simon, but he's directing it to me now. "How dare you say that?" He asks in a deathly tone, and my brows twitch as my lips part. Why is he getting so angry about all of this? "That little kid had the audacity to kiss my daughter, and you're just going to stand there and indirectly defend him?" After the words 'my daughter, the rest of his words seem to blur inside my head. My daughter? When did she become his daughter? Not your daughter in reference to me or our daughter, crediting the two of us, but my d

Harry finally realized Simon had orchestrated everything. He had believed the Jensens were the mastermind behind this. Suddenly, thoughts of his daughter flooded his mind. He tried to stand up and confront Simon, but the handcuffs and shackles restrained him, forcing him to remain seated. Harry glared at Simon. "What have you done to my daughter? Tell me! What exactly have you done to her?" Simon smirked. "Nothing much. I simply taught her how to serve me, please me, and keep me happy."

These were swiftly defeated by joined forces of Kandreah, his sister–the infamous Nethenaiah, my ex Beta Merlius, my daughter, that Wengarthrian commander called Norgarth and his army. I watched him and Aralyn hack through demons in a flurry of swift, smooth and well-coordinated movements. I overheard bits and pieces of their spat while I was still tangled in a fight with Meeran and saw her punching him in the heat of that debate. Is it wrong to say that I felt a bit proud to see my daughter throw a punch at the first commander of the army of Hades’s son? She is feisty and fearless; I love every trait of her personality.

"I sent you there to do a job and do it well. You don't want to know what will happen to you if you fail me." There was silence on the line for a bit, then, "Yes, Sir. But... If I may, Sir..." "What?" "I thought... That is... You said your daughter was going to give you all you wanted from the Xander Empire. So why..." The door to Harry's office opened, and Lucy stormed in, looking furious. "Daddy, can you believe this?" Harry immediately ended the call with his assistant, and turned to his daughter. "What is it, Lucy?" Pouting, Lucy threw herself on one of the chairs in front of his desk.

She was the ally I had been searching for. So, under the guise of an anonymous fan, I penned her a letter, baiting her with the story of 'the mother who wouldn't spare her daughter $80 for living expenses.'

Elder Cameron of the Night Hunters Pack scolded her. She bit her lips but she couldn't hide the smile on her face. "We agree with your conditions and we also believe that what you said was for Etholia's future. We suggest that you form a team that would assist you with this task. It is now your duty to choose the man who is worthy to rule beside you." King Lucius said while looking at her daughter. She nodded. "I will, father. I promise I will choose a man that could protect our kingdom." She wanted to run outside and jump to celebrate, but she was in front of the king and the elders so she walked out of the hall slowly like a princess.

I know many see humans as weak, but I don’t necessarily agree with that. Harper is human, and she is the most stubborn and resilient woman I have ever met. Humans don’t go into heat like a wolf, and she got pregnant even before she knew what Daniel was. He hated himself for putting her in that situation, but he loved her from the moment he met her. “Have a safe trip, my son.” I hear my mom say behind me, and I turn. “Thank you, I am sure it will be fine,” I answer and hug her.

Right below the seat was Sera’s shoes as if it got off from her feet by force. He released his mana around him and he gritted his teeth when he felt dark magic from the carriage. Now he was sure that his daughter was taken away while he was busy fighting with the knights. He shouldn’t have left her alone. He shouldn’t have fought with them. Was that even the right thing to do? He wasn’t sure anymore. If he left his knights to fight without him, he would’ve lost a knight. But since he fought with them, he lost his daughter.

Before a gathering of New York's underworld Families, I slipped into the vintage Chanel gown my mother had left me. As I looked in the mirror, my seven-year-old daughter suddenly said, "Mommy, it doesn't matter what you wear. You're always the ugliest one." Just like that, all the joy the gown had brought me disappeared. It wasn't the first time my daughter had said something cruel. Once, the FBI took me in for questioning and kept me for three days. The moment I got home, I wrapped her in my arms and asked if she'd missed me. She only shrugged. "No, Mommy. You're too stupid. Smart people don't get caught." My husband, Vincent, said sternly, "You can't talk to her like that. We're a fam

I heard my mother sneer. “She is my daughter. You’ve done enough damage with that vile potion, but I refuse to let you do any more. You said you’d be her mother, so be her mother and treat her as your own before I banish you.” Dad declared venomously. Potion? I heard my dad’s footsteps stomping further away before hearing a door slam.