Harry Potter Has Cancer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I wonder if she knows all that’s been going on, it’s been a whirlwind. Then comes Jimmy. He’s an awesome friend, someone that came in my life unexpectedly. I truly appreciate him, and I am beyond sad that he’s going through so much right now. I hope his wife beats the disease. A lot of people beat cancer, and I pray she be one of them. The next person that comes in my mind makes me laugh to myself. It’s Harry from Iris’s restaurant. Who would have thought that Jacob, my best friend, had a twin? It’s crazy really. And I was so confused when I first saw him, I was adamant on the fact that he was Jacob.

For a moment, I want to consider what the consequences actually are, when suddenly he parts away and then walks away from me, so steadily so smoothly, as though nothing sparked between us just now. Or maybe I am hallucinating. **** Get over this asshole’s thought, he is an evil man, a pure evil. In my mind, I tell myself, who knows if that devil will hear me. Can’t take a chance on that. I am lying on my bed doing nothing but fantasizing Baron when my phone beeps and there I see a text from Harry. Harry is the captain of the hockey team at my school. He’s super popular, a total Chad, and usually dates girls who look like they’re going to become the head of their sorority when they head off t

Harry grabbed Vincent's collar with his cuffed hands. "I couldn't stop her, and there's no other way." "Damn it!" Harry forcefully pushed Vincent away, throwing the blanket aside as if to get out of bed but was restrained. "Where do you think you're going? Do you think you're strong enough to go outside?" "Stay away! I have to go to the casino and find her." Harry's eyes quickly turned red, he struggled to stand on the ground and then his body fell helplessly back onto the bed. Damn it. What kind of poison drained his strength like this? He couldn't even stand up. His internal organs seemed to be burning, and his heart tightened with unbearable pain. Fortunately, he could still talk to Vince

“Miss River, your cancer is almost at the stage where it’s uncontrollable. You can’t drag this out any further.” Even when I was about to reach the door of the private room where my former classmates had gathered, I could still hear the doctor’s words echoing in my head. How could my cancer have reached such a serious stage? My mind was blank. Just when I was about to turn the doorknob, I heard loud cheering from inside. Through the small gap, I saw Ron Stone sitting down.

I smiled when I saw her covered with paint. She kissed my cheek and I immediately kissed her hair. “Hello, sweetie. What are you doing?” She held my hand and pulled me towards the canvas. I smiled when I realized she was painting a flower. While watching her, I received a message from Zoe. ‘Doctor Serena, I know you filed a leave but please can you come over? Doctor Harry suddenly became a workaholic. He’s even grumpy and doesn't want to eat. We’re all worried here and we could only think of you since you’re kinda close to him.’

I had felt a little uneasy inside, but I didn't dare ask too much when I heard his explanation. Now when I thought about it, he hated me and thought that I was the culprit behind Eva's misfortune, so how could he possibly look forward to the birth of our child? When he tried his best to treat my cancer, I assumed that he was finally responding to my earnest feelings. However, now that I thought about it, if my kidney hadn't matched Eva's body, or if Caleb hadn't thought that I owed Eva something, I would probably have died a year ago. My mom seemed to have aged overnight. She stumbled and struggled to handle my affairs after my death.

Hatred pulsed heavily inside my chest as I remembered the way he stood outside the cathedral while my world burned around me. The memory ignited something vicious inside me all over again... I wanted him to suffer, I wanted all of them to suffer... even if it destroyed me too. Slowly, I stepped closer toward the monitor displaying Draco’s face. My reflection appeared faintly against the screen beside his image... a broken bride covered in blood standing beside a king raised in violence. The contrast felt almost laughable then quietly, I asked the question already haunting me. “How do I make a monster fall in love with me?”

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”

His keen brown eyes scanned the surroundings until they found her lying crumpled beneath a mahogany tree. Even with his heightened senses, her heartbeat was faint, barely audible over the rain. He approached cautiously, each step heavy with the weight of his purpose. She was a heartbreaking sight up close. Her golden-brown hair, once vibrant, was now a jagged, matted mess, stained crimson with her own blood. Her torn gown, soaked and sullied, clung to her broken body. She had lost so much blood that her survival seemed impossible. Cancer dropped the glowing petal onto the ground, nudging it gently toward her mouth with his snout. With a soft growl, he maneuvered it past her lips, ensuring sh

His words felt like nails scratching in my head, increasing my irritation and anger both, “You are dumber than me. Do you really think that you can get to Alessio by harming me?” Harry shook his head with a wide grin, “No. He is going to lose his mate to a tragedy. Then maybe he will go mad. Maybe he will go in depression. Whatever the case will be, we will enjoy it and have fun.” “Oh my god…” I groaned, cringing, “seriously? Do you think this is some kind of TV drama where you can take over the reign of a nation by killing a girl that hero is paired with?” Harry narrowed his eyes. “You don’t need to be concerned about that.”