Harry Potter Has A Daughter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Her whispers got through to his ears, as his wolf flopped down, listless, silver eyes dulling and a drop of tears fell to his fur. “I don’t hate you.” Lancer quietly retorted, biting his lower lip. Ana's eyes curved, still with no sparkles like she once had. Just something… that of being relieved. One that children this age should have never learned, but was forced to learn. And it’s because of him.. that his daughter becomes a wolfless being on their pack, future bleak as she is to be ostracized and outcasted at her coming of age. “...” “So can you not be my dad anymore?”

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"

Harry was never good with words especially after that incident he never liked to show his soft or caring side to anyone except Amelia and her kids. Harry pulled away from the soft kiss and looked down at her only to find her eyes closed and her breathing relaxed. His lips twisted up a bit but he instantly masked with a blank face when he realized his sister is still in front of them. "Mom." Rose opened her eyes hearing the voice of some baby. She turned away from Harry and looked at the small cute girl running towards Amelia who picked her up. Her eyes were of same as Xander's. Crystal blue eyes. While her features matched her mother's. And Rose knew she was Xander and Amelia's daughter.

Seeing Harry crying, he hugged him and asked softly, "What's wrong, son?" "Hu hu hu... Hu hu... Hu hu hu..." Harry laid his head on his shoulder and sobbed, speechless. Carwyn, realizing that Nadia was standing beside Grainne, frowned and asked her: "Grainne, what's wrong? Why is Harry crying?" Grainne said nervously, "I don't know either! He was like that when he saw Nadia just now, for some reason he was crying!" Harry sobbed for a moment and then sobbed, "Daddy... Dad, she's a bad person, can you... can you arrest her? Hu hu hu... Harry was scared... Hu hu hu..” People had begun to gather around them curiously, and Carwyn asked, "What is Harry afraid of? Don't be afraid anymore okay? I ha

“What have you done with Fiona?!” “Harry, listen to me—” I tried to speak, but he shook me harder. “You bastard! After everything, you still dragged her into your mess! If anything happens to her, I swear I’ll kill you with my bare hands!” “Come on buddy,” “Don't you dare call me buddy, I am not your fucking BUDDY!” he yelled at the end of his words—body trembling against mine. “This is no time to fight Harry. Listen to what I have to say, it's important, it's about your daughter.”

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have any girl in this class with silver hair.” “Huh?” The word slipped out before I could stop it. I glanced back at John, then leaned forward. “My son—Harry, he’s in this class and he swears there’s a little girl with silver hair. He said she sits by the window and he even tried talking to her, but she wouldn’t respond.”

He pursed his lips, “If you ask me to let you go, I will but I won’t promise I won’t chase you this time.” I chuckled and squeezed myself in his chest, “Chase me all you want but I’m not running away again.” A smile curved on his lips, “I will treasure you, Serena.” I stared into his eyes, “My daughter wants to meet you.” Slowly, the smile on his lips faded. I remember Millie's words. How she thinks stepfathers won’t like stepchildren and the way Harry's smile faded scared me. “R-Really?” Harry’s voice cracked. It sounded to me that he was nervous and he didn't expect what I said.

Remus's sharp black eyes looked at Harry, who had been unwittingly watching his behavior. "Anna is my only daughter, she is twenty-eight years old. She will soon graduate from the specialist surgeon medical program, after that she will carry out a contract and wedding reception." Explained Harry staring at Sirius and Remus in turn. Sirius understands what the boss of the Cafe felt, who he has known for two years, feels. Remus was heartbroken, so all this time he had feelings for Anna, the daughter of Harry, whom they had glimpsed a week ago.

I stared at Harry, my mind reeling. What did this tragic tale reveal? I searched Harry's face for answers. Harry's revelation shook me to my core. "The mother in this story is the chairwoman, Mrs. Prescott," he said, his voice measured. "And the daughter is my mother." My eyes widened as the connection sank in. The story was indeed about the Prescotts. "The son is Kyle's father," Harry added, his gaze locked onto mine. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Why would Mrs. Prescott do such a thing? Treat her own daughter with such cruelty? The memory of Harry's words at the party that time resurfaced, and I couldn't help but ask.

He kissed Anna's sweet lips and kissed Anna's belly which had started to bulge. "Honey, how is Daddy's daughter here?" Anna stroked Harry's head and lifted him as she was amused. "I hope you're doing well, okay? Be a beautiful child, who will always be a pearl-like Mama in this house, okay!” Anna was surprised to hear Harry call his daughter beautiful. They hadn't done an ultrasound to find out the gender of their child, but every time he stroked her stomach Harry always said beautiful, pearl as if he knew the child to be born was a girl.