Harry Potter Has Cancer Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her eyes widened when she heard is words. "Harry tried committing suicide. Don't tell me your brother didn't tell you anything after all he wasn't letting you attend any trial." She stepped with wide eyes shaking her head. "H-Harry no. Your lying right. SAY THAT YOUR LYING." She grabbed his collar roughly shaking him but it did not affect him as he stood there like a rock. "Say that it's not true I beg you please." He grabbed her wrists roughly before jerking her towards him. "It's true Rose you succeeded in that famous line 'If he can't be mine he will be no ones' Doctors have already given up on him saying that he don't want to wake up. And soon his remaining alive system might give up as

Harry shouted as my eyes widened in shock, Harry had put me into big trouble. "Was that Harry!… The fuck!"Clark muttered "Clark …"I tried saying as he hung up. I angrily glared at Harry as he smiled looking at me, I suddenly felt deep hatred for him and felt like punching him hard!, He fucking wants to ruin my marriage. I smiled at me as he sipped his campaign, he turned to the table as he took the pan of cocaine as he mixed it into his campaign and some in his nose.

"I started to feel weaker and weaker every day then suddenly I was coughing blood. That day I decided to visit the hospital after closing the cafe but in the evening I fainted while working. Aunt took me to the hospital, they did several tests and - and it's turned out that…. That I have cancer… _________________________________ Nooo good time can never last long.... but there is always something better coming up >⁠.⁠< please enjoy the story and give some good reviews o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o hmmm.... how about one more chapter today? Let's have tripple apdate ╰⁠(⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠╯ ser feliz 🌹

"But the truth remains that I have been fated to die." "Who told you fate can't be changed?" I asked, trying to inject a sense of hope into the conversation. "Tell me one reason you think you'll die." Harry's eyes dropped, and he took a deep breath before responding. "Every one of my senior brothers is already dead, all due to cancer." I felt a pang of concern, and my pace slowed as I asked, "And do you have cancer currently?" At this point, I couldn't walk anymore. The weight of Harry's words was crushing, and the eerie atmosphere of the whispering hall was starting to get to me. I stopped walking, my eyes fixed on Harry's, as he delivered the devastating blow.

another chimed in. Something snapped in Harvey. He kicked the table hard, voice cold. "She just had surgery. What if the wound reopened?" Vivi's face darkened. She glared at him, voice shaking. "It's only been four years, and you're already changing your heart?" "Never," he said instantly. "You're the only one I've ever loved, and that'll never change." His friends whooped, egging him on.

"Your scar, Mr. Potter, contin, indeed, a piece of corrupted alien magic in it. And the headaches that you had are the result of said corrupted alien magic 'hammering' the protection. It has something to do with who that piece of corrupted magic belongs to." Erik replied, with a tone of 'enigma' in the end, waiting for the boy to link the dots. And he did. "Voldemort?" Erik nodded at the boy's almost whispered name. "Can it be removed?" Larry Potter asked, looking very seriously at Erik. The idea of having a piece of Voldemort's magic in him disgusted the boy to another entirely different level. "It can. Do you want me to do it?" Erik replied and asked back to the boy, looking directly in hi

"When my mom had cancer and couldn't afford chemo, I begged you! Do you remember what you said back then?" I could still picture their faces, so I mimicked their expressions and words with a sneer. "That's her fate. You should accept that your mother's just an unlucky woman." I scoffed. "And now that it's Harry who's dying, suddenly you want to defy fate?" Cameron stammered, "Your mom… had cancer. Chemo would only have prolonged her suffering. You couldn't have saved her." "Meanwhile, Harry's multiple organ failures are curable? Excessive treatment will only prolong his suffering too," I rebuked.

she was cut from finishing her sentence when a familiar voice called out to me. “Christian!” Hermione called, I turned and she ran towards me for an embrace. I was partially caught off guard by her sudden need for affection, but either way, I pulled her even closer. “I don’t know what’s going on, he is supposed to be getting better. His doctor said his cancer was gradually fading since we treated it early but I-I don’t know.” She busted into tears, I caressed her head softly and exhaled.

Harry says. "It is not good enough for me! I want you to convince him! If he does not marry me in three days, you will die. I will keep this spell on you until Xavier is my husband," I say. I let go of him, and I kicked away his knife. I kept my grip on him until we left the house to return to the club. I walk in front of Harry. It does not look too good. I know it is because of the pain of the spell. However, the next moment, I fell to the ground. I feel the burning of the knife in my back.

"Well, fortunately, Harry has no idea that wolves are actually people." Tbc