Harry Potter Has A Metal Arm Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Do you still love him?” “No, of course not!” He nodded and looked at the gift box in my hand. “Then why did you bring him a gift?” I placed the box on the desk in front of him. “This is from my parents, Alpha,” I explained. “It’s for you. It’s a suit of gold armor with anti-magic defense. It was one of our most precious collections. And… thank you for speaking up for me at the meeting.” “It was the right thing to do. Are you sure you want to leave him?” He paused. “After all, you’ve liked Harry since you were young. The whole pack knows that.”

Am I right, Harry? When Harry found out about this, he was shocked for a considerable amount of time, and when he finally spoke, he said in a chilly tone, "What a waste of time. I pulled the porcelain pot out of Christian's hand for you so that you might use it to hurt me and Terry. Now go ahead and do it!

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!"

Or they are hiding something. Harry was wearing knee-length jeans. He briefly kissed Manny's forehead, whose innocent body was covered by a thick blanket. Harry smiles with satisfaction… 'she makes me addict to her body, minx!' 'She is our second chance mate. I am happy… 'Replied the wolf. 'Indeed. I want a puppy.' 'Twin. I want a twin puppy!' 'Let's work hard then…'

Uzor looked excited “Yeah” “Unfortunately it’s bad, still working on it” he said “But what about that magic portal you created… can’t you do it again?” “That stone is expensive and there’s just one left, what if something big comes up?” he said “So what now? Arnold is not talking, you won’t use your Harry Potter stone” she said then looked at Arnold who was just staring at her “What the hell are you staring at? Help us out” she said “Your face is so much of a distraction” he said – was he wrong? Hell no. Uzor just smiled

He didn't even remove Catherine's hand on his arm. This is crazy. Why did I even believe he would remove his lover’s hand on his arm? She’s his great love, anyway. “Uh, Serena…” Harry got my attention by calling my name gently. “I don't think you’d like an ice cream in my hand instead of in a cone. My chocolate moose has become a cow.” I couldn't help but laugh at Harry’s joke. I saw a woman behind Harry trying so hard to hide her laughter while I almost teared up laughing at his crazy joke. Even Andy laughed at him while Catherine and Tyler remained silent and it brought me back to seriousness.

I bent the doorknob, checking in to see what was going on. To my surprise, two people were making out. I wanted to close the door and exit until something made me stop. The guy below the girl was wearing Harry's favorite shoe. I know it's his. No, it can be him. Harry can never do this. What the hell am I thinking? I shook my head off those thoughts to think straight but the girl turned her face to me with a smirk after noticing my presence. What the hell is she... God this whore can never change.

All I wanted to do was draw back, but my body was still there, not willing to make any moves anytime soon. The next second, I growled as I felt a sharp but small pain in my arms. He had cut me. Harry came forward and tried to drag him backward away from me, but it didn’t seem like he wanted to. He didn’t seem scared of me like the rest did from the woods, and I wasn’t going to attack either, even though he had just hurt me. He gasped as he continued to stare at the place he had cut, his extended claws dripping. When I glanced at them, they dripped with silver.

Harry's fingers tightened around my arm, his nails digging into my skin. "Answer me!" he growled. "Do you really know how to talk?" I frantically nodded my head, my eyes welling up with tears. I knew that one wrong move could seal my fate. "Speak!" Harry's voice was low and menacing, his grip on my arm tightening like a vice. "I want to hear that voice again." I swallowed hard, my voice trembling as I begged, "Please, please, I can speak. Don't do anything to me." My eyes were fixed on Harry's, pleading for mercy.

You are mine. Then she turned, her steps sharp and unyielding as she disappeared into the dark. The garden was silent again, but my chest still heaved as if I had ran miles. My hands were trembling, but I tried to hide it. Harry looked at me finally for a moment, I thought he might soften, or say something to reassure me, something to break the suffocating tension Headmistress Morwen had left behind. But he didn’t. Instead, he gave me a crooked smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “You see? She can’t touch me.”