Harry Potter Has The Byakugan Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I… I had headaches during that year. Every time I was around Professor Quirrell, I felt like a nail was burning and trying to bury itself into my head." Larry Potter made a little pause, and continued. "And it was always in the same region, in my scar." He finished saying. Professor McGonagall was looking at him like a doting grandmother that wanted to hug his grandson, but she was holding back. "Yes, your scar. One of my wives, Joan, the black haired lady with armor, due to the inclinations of her magic and blessings, is very sensitive to corrupted and dark forms of energy. And she told me that she had sensed a student with a piece of corrupted magic centered around his head that was tryin

― 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.

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

Now you just have to concentrate." Leonard was trying, but that alone was not enough. The panther roared, and everyone took a few steps back. Oliver had taken his second chance to get back to the others. "Rick, please..." Harry, after a deep sigh, had let his guard down completely, and was approaching the beast walking, while the panther started a run in the boy's direction "You're not that, you're Rick. React, please, take control again and let me see your face, you're hurting me so much!" finished Harry exclaiming, with his eyes closed, exerting pressure on his drooping fists. Chapter 03: When Harry opened his eyes, he saw the panther, but his eyes had gone from crimson red to apple green.

I think of all the things I suffered from them, the things I’ve done for them, and the realization that I’ve been utterly used and discarded right after. Tears flow down my cheeks, and I look at Gideon, so he will know that I am crying now. However, these are tears of hatred. I will make him suffer! I promise! And then, the monk blocks my view of him. I can feel my magic being siphoned. There is a lot, so it took a while. And when the monk thinks they have drained me of magic, they take a step back from me. “Release her,” Gideon orders.

Once he was finished reading he just hands it back to Jacob, leaning against the car beginning to cry, now he knew what kind of monster they were dealing with, he didn't know if he's ever gonna get her back. He looks up at the sky praying for a miracle, cause that's what he felt like he needed. Things still weren't great with Blake, I hate hearing about all the stories even now, the police were getting close and Anthony knew it but he also knew he had friends who would do anything for him. Well apart from one, who was really about to go against him, you'll find out all about that on the next chapter, get ready.

Horus I was feeling giddy because it was the day of my attack. It was an odd sensation, especially since I would get to see Diara. I missed her. I pulled out a slender, dagger-like wand that I had been working on for weeks. A smirk crossed my face as I caressed it with my fingers. I had infused it with poison, capable of effortlessly piercing the skin of a lycan. I intended to stab Kennis with it tonight. That son of a bitch wouldn’t know what hit him.

“I’m not touching that. I’ll get tetanus or something.” Harry glanced over at me with a flat, unimpressed look. “And you think I’m going to touch it?” I tried to stare him down. “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who wanted to be the hero. So go ahead and be the hero, Harry. Open it. Don’t let me stand in your way.” Harry looked at the knob, then at me, then back at the knob, and the devil grinned. I expected something stupid like ‘open sesame’ or ‘alohomora’. But nope, he had to be dumb but piss me off at the same time as well.

But he's really cringe-worthy. I sighed. "I'm not affected. I'm naturally mad." "Really?" Harry turned my body to face him. "Look at my eyes alone. I don't want those to lose into the eyes of that imbecile." His grip on my cheeks tightened as he caressed it. "I don't want you to share with someone else. You are mine." He's saying every single word with scary stops. "What the fuck is happening to you, Harry?" he closed his eyes. When he opened it, he felt like a totally different person. "Are you threatening me?"