Harry Potter Is Mals Brother Fanfiction Novels & Stories

HARRY'S POV "No one wants this relationship more than I do... But you know Harry.." Another gulp of wine went down my throat, the kick harsh, just like the thorny realities of this place, this place I hated most. Mark broke up with me because I had to fulfill my duty as heir of the Dog Clan, the weakest clan in the supernatural world. Come to this royal supernatural school and learn the prestigious ways of the supernatural beings and gain some skills and more importantly connection. 'Chuckles.'

"If he doesn't marry her, what about Hank? He's already magically bonded with Rowena..." My mom looked torn for a second, then let go of my hand. My heart froze over. I was their biological son, but they always took the side of my foster brother, Hank Morris, who was good at acting sweet and helpless. I smirked. "I'll do it, but on one condition: on my wedding day, Hank has to tell everyone he stole my potion." "How could you? You just want to ruin your brother's reputation!" Dad was so mad he smacked the table, and Mom just looked at me, so disappointed.

I could feel his energy—he was reaching out to his brothers through the werewolf connection that bonded them. Footsteps echoed from the staircase. They grew louder, closer, until a young man appeared. He had the same hair and eyes as Rhett, but his nose was slightly different, and a pair of glasses perched on it, giving him a charmingly nerdy Harry Potter vibe. I knew immediately—it was the third brother, Joss Paxton. He grinned when he saw us. “You’re back! I was going to visit once I finished reviewing that report you gave me.” “I got tired of the damn hospital,” Rhett replied flatly.

“Ouch—Malcolm!“ Malcolm turned to face me, a sly grin playing on his lips. “Do you want to shower alone or shall I help you?“ His words hung in the air, laced with something dark and tempting. I felt the heat rush to my face my skin burning under his gaze. Without a word, I ducked past him, heart pounding, and bolted for the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me. My back pressed against it, breath coming too fast. He just laughed lowly on the other side. “Running won’t change anything, you know.“ *** We drove all of the Alpha yang diculik Gryffindor Pack to their territories, including Nathaniel, Yoan and her son. “We've arrived,” Malcolm announced, gesturing for the others to step out.