Harry Potter Has Cancer Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His face twisted into a grotesque expression of agony. Woody loosened his grop and Harry dropped to the ground with a thud. Ignoring his pain, Harry frantically shoved his hand into his trousers. All he retrieved was a handful of blood and filth and the inside of his trousers was utterly empty. It was gone, completely gone! "You bastard, what have you done to me?" Harry roared through gritted teeth. Harry, who had been involved with countless women, was now reduced to a eunuch. Woody said coldly, "An illness must be treated, and to treat it, the root must be removed!"

, he flashed him a smile. “But I can’t”, Eric thought to himself. “You can grab something from my clothes”, Harry said, taking off his sweatshirt, “I see we have the same size”. Eric looked away as soon as Harry’s abs appeared before his eyes. He cleared his throat and looked for the dressing room. It was only his first day, and Harry was already being a nuance. What do you think of the 1st chapter? What do you think of Harry’s character so far? How is that clubbing going to go?

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

• When i get inside my house,i make an ice coffee with popcorns to watch Harry Potter. I'm basically obsessed with Harry Potter.Like first of all,how is Tom Riddle so hot? I know he's a Villain and very toxic but if he gave a chance i would take it. Anyway,I call Kayla to check if she's arrived at her house already or not. "Hey Kayla" "Hey wassup"She said with her chirpy cheery tone. "Are you alone?" "Yea why?" "I was talking to Hayden like asking him some questions and now he's mad at me...I don't even know what i did to make him so pissed at me."

Harry unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He stepped closer. “Trust me, Ivy. We don’t need the healer or the antidote. This way, we’ll even have our own pup… You’ll have to be my mate then, won’t you?” He reached out and lifted my chin. “Even in this life, you can never escape me. You’ll always be mine, Ivy.” As my consciousness faded, it hit me. Harry had come back from past, too.

Harry coughed lightly twice, but he remained immobile. Kai was so anxious that he spun in place and blurted out, “Master Harry, why are you so interested and invested in THAT daughter of the Lang family? After all, it's impossible that she's the person that you met ten years ago! We have already looked into it, and that young girl is already dead.” As soon as his voice fell, the wind on the top floor seemed to have frozen up. Harry raised his eyes slowly. His eyes had no warmth, and they were so icy that they caused people to shiver.

Angela smiled happily, hearing that. "But, he has one problem in him." Sarra put on a sad expression that made Angela lower her smile. Sarra looked around and then leaned her face forward. "Harry sucks in bed," he whispered, making Angela's eyes widen completely. "What I heard, he is currently on medication," he added. Plaque Sarra flinched as Angela's hand slapped the table. "Don't tell me you've slept with him?" His eyes were sharp as a drawn sword, ready to devour his opponent.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

“I’m trying.” The ride stretched long. Rain began, fat drops soaking her hood. Emerie pulled out the healer’s scroll and unfolded it. The ink blurred under raindrops. “Patient suffers from high-blood rot... lunar poisoning... end-stage degenerative...” She folded it smaller. Tighter. If she couldn’t shorten the sentence, maybe she could shrink its space. --- By nightfall, she drifted into sleep. Dreams came jagged. A banquet table. A goblet of wine. Jolene’s smirk behind a veil. Allan’s voice, twisted with rage: “You tricked me.”

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