Harry Potter Is Paralyzed Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I made it as if I was launching at her, but at the last moment, I dodged and scored a powerful punch in his direction, my fist making contact with his stomach and causing him to fall down on his bottom. “She is fine, only paralyzed. Stay with your mate and let me be with mine!” I growled, suspecting that he wouldn’t leave his mate alone and fight me, at least I wouldn’t leave my Kemy. I was about to reach for the small bag with bomb spells and take another paralysis bomb when the brute reptile set the bag on fire after standing up with a jump. I threw it away as fast as I could and it exploded midair, dark smoke covering the room with its thin veil.

Lying stomach down, paralyzed from the neck down, he had to strain his head to meet Liam's gaze. "It's a special concocted potion by Leon, it helps paralyze a person for a few hours, he injected it into you during your fight a few minutes back, it takes quite a while to kick in, and luckily it did at the perfect time," Liam grinned standing over the helpless, defenseless Witch and quickly sealed his lips with a rag while he grunted and wiggled for freedom.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "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.

Unconscious. "There you are, child! Welcome to my home." Lady Maria announced and sat on the edge of his hay bed. Then Harry shrieked. "Who the hell is this?" pointing to the paralyzed woman beside him. When he touched her, Lady Magda vanished, which earn them a gasp and a surprised "oh" and some "Oh shit!" The body of Lady Magda had dissolved like it was never there in the first place like the whole thing had been a perceptible trick.

Harry slowly brought his gaze down, but his vision was still blurred. His head hit the ground. He collapsed, falling unconscious. When he awoke hours later in a pool of his own vomit, it took him a moment to realize what had happened. He felt light headed. He reached out blindly, searching for anything solid, his hand bumping against the wall and causing it to shake violently. Harry grunted, attempting to pull himself up. He was still extremely weak. His eyesight had blurred again, and his vision became unfocused. He felt the walls of the corridor around him shift and move, and he was terrified of falling again.

“You don’t get my point and you’re trying to put words in my mouth now? Do you really think my reasons are groundless, Harry? You are keeping me in the dark! You knew everything about me but I don't have any idea where you came from! If you still can’t understand that, leave!” I shut the door on his face and rested my back against the closed door. Squeezing my eyes closed, I fell on my knees as I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. I feel like he’s become a completely different person. I can’t recognize him anymore. It started on the day of the accident. He suddenly became so paranoid and he’s trying to control my life now. “What’s happening to us?” I whispered and wiped my tears. “SERENA!” H

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.

He calmly said like I was talking to someone with no emotions. "What? I am fighting for that girl...I mean...what if...just what if your friend finds out? You were meant to take care of her not fuck her" I announced on top of my lungs and Harry leans back to his chair. He looked like someone in his savage era totally looking at me like I have lost it. "I intend to make her mine..." He hadn't complete his statement when my hand pushed the cabbage in my hand inside his mouth. "You're a Pedophile"

Soon, there’s a naked woman beneath me. I take my hands off of her back, the paralysis spell releasing the second that I let go. She’s panting heavily, the pain of the forced shift and to do so after what seems to have been a while overtaking her. She’s on all fours still and I can see her body, lean, muscular, and entirely too thin. She’s obviously been through a lot.

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.