Harry Potter Is Paralyzed Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace. Reaching the seventh floor corridor, I paused outside the Room of Requirement, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Then, with a trembling hand, I knocked three times. The door swung open and there he stood - Harry Potter himself, glasses glinting in the candlelight. His black hair was messier than usual, like he'd run his fingers through it a hundred times. The white shirt hugged his lean chest and his dark jeans clung to his hips. He was gorgeous.

"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

Everyone turned their attention to the nurse that Harry pointed and they were all dumbfounded of what Harry wanted from her. “Harry, what’s wrong?” Frank asks. “Can you say it instead Harry?” Liv questions, nervous of why Harry’s having a hard time moving on his own and why his arm and finger were trembling. Harry groans as he kept pointing at the nurse. “P…P…Pen.” Harry’s voice was soft and was hard to hear. He seems to have a hard time speaking since he hasn’t been able to move or speak for a year. “Can you say it louder son?” Jackson moved closer to Harry’s mouth.

She added and my heart broke to pieces. Why were things becoming worse than expected? Why can't he just get better without the herb? I turned to Micheal. Truly he was paralyzed. He could only hear us but couldn't move. Noticing I was staring back at him, he blinked continuously. As if he has got something in mind he wishes to air out. I know he heard the witch too and I guess he is discouraging me not to.

She spoke with a weak voice, not finishing the sentence and collapsing in front of the closed refrigerator. Harry jumped off the stool and crouched beside her, seeing her eyes closed, lips turning purple, her body sprawled on the floor, unresponsive to his touch. The young man's heart felt like it was in his throat, struggling to escape through his mouth, beating so strongly. He couldn't think straight, seeing the woman with whom he wanted to build a future in such a state. Of course, it might be nothing serious, but fear only allowed him to envision the worst, especially with the history of losses he had in life.

Harry spoke calmly, looking into Galadriel's eyes, which were burning with anger for him "Harry, let's go to the doctor." Harry looked at her before sighing and taking her hand to leave the house, but Galadriel held her hand "What do you want, Peeta?" "We need to talk." Grace fought with every fiber in her body as she looked into his eyes "I don't, please stop coming here. let me live my life." He looked at her with anger that bothered him to see Harry's hand wrapped around her waist “Your life is with me, you are my companion, you are mine.” She felt Harry's hand on her waist It intensifies

I sat beside him, holding his hand, feeling the bond pulse faint and fading. "Don't leave me," I whispered. "Please. Don't leave me." His hand twitched in mine. His lips moved, forming words I couldn't hear. I leaned closer. "What is it?" "Lyra." His voice was barely a whisper. "I can't... I can't feel you." I touched his face, his chest, his hands. "I'm here. I'm right here." He shook his head. "The bond. I can't feel it. I can't feel anything."

Almost at the same time, Harvey pulled the trigger. Bang bang! Two holes were seen on Zaid’s knees. He was in total disbelief when he fell to the ground, paralyzed. His gaze was filled with unspeakable rage when he glared at Harvey. Heaven’s Gate’s disciples were all showing horrible expressions. ‘First Layton Surrey, and now Zaid?’ ‘Looking at his injuries, he’d have no choice but to be wheelchair-bound for the rest of his life!’ ‘Harvey doesn’t care about Heaven’s Gate at all!’

I whispered with a smile. "Vaz, don't hate your brother," Chloe whispered. "I don't hate him, right now. Aside from the disgust with you two, I'm also bored, you're not worth my sweat," I whispered. "Disgusting!" I said before turning my back on them to leave. I can't believe it! I fainted as if a large rock had fallen on me and pinched my heart. What the hell is wrong with Harry? I need a hard drink! Wine, liquor whatever!