Harry Potter Is Questioned Under Truth Potion Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

"Harry, just drink it," I whine, stomping my feet on the ground, and he pouts. "It looks and smells bitter. I'm not interested." Harry crosses one arm over the other and huffs. I'm tempted to face-palm myself because of his childishness, but I stop myself, groaning loudly. "Harry, you need this. Do you or do you not want your wolf back?" I ask him, placing the cup in front of his face.

"I didn't realize you are still this formidable after so many years." "Neither did I," I said, and meant it, some distant part of me registering the danger of channeling this much power without any real understanding of what it might cost. "But you're going to answer every question I ask you, right now, or I promise you'll regret testing exactly how far I'm willing to push this." Wren's composure cracked slightly, genuine fear finally bleeding into her ancient eyes. "The potion," I said. "What did it actually do to him?"

But Jason's childhood friend, Lilian Foster, traded her own tongue to a black-market witch for the antidote. The moment the truth was exposed, the love in Jason's eyes turned into a hatred that pierced through the bone. He sold me to the black market as a live test subject for experiments and forced me to drink a Corrosive Spellvial. My insides rotted away, and I died from sheer pain. Now, I had regressed in time, once again holding that same bottle of Love Potion. This time, I didn't hesitate. I drank it all in one swift movement.

Mira’s POV. I looked at Harry with pity. It was hard to keep the truth from him. “Harry, I liked you. I mean you are the first man who treated me right” I sipped my vodka. Harry nodded and tossed the glass in his hand against the wall. I sat still like a dolly as I watched him. Not in a million years did I ever think that Harry would find out about me. Felix had advised that I tell him the truth. I knew this wasn’t the right time.

Lily yelled and cried, trying to gag, but nothing came out. Steven scrunched his nose while Aarya kept silent, analyzing all this. After a few minutes, Lily calmed down and looked docile. “What happened to her?” Harry asked, confused. “Nothing bad. The potion has done its work. You ask her anything and she will parrot out the truth.” Katrina shrugged. ‘She looks like the momo ghost,’ my wolf snickered. ‘Xyler,’ Aarya huffed, but I saw her lips twitch slightly.

"Harry is simply a pathetic person who can't get over the mistakes of his father. He's helped us out in achieving the destruction that we wanted. Now that Robin and Andrew have broken up, you will show up as the knight in shining armour and save your pretty damsel in distress. Who knows, she might just fall in love with you." The noise in the cafeteria got worse and I struggled to hear them and take the video recording without them noticing, so I leaned closer to get a better view of them. "How do you plan to do that?" "We've both only done all these things indirectly. Harry's been the one doing all the hard work, it's pretty easy to throw him into the lake of fire now. The day after tomorro

It might blow her cover that she overheard the conversation she heard. But the way she observd him it was not the signed she knew of an epileptic attack. She suspect he need a fix. It shocked her to the core. When did Harry became addicted to drugs? She wonders, is it the catch for him to kidnap her. Ok she need time to digest these things but first thing first. She pulled Harry to the bathroom and submerge his body in the ice cold water.

As if she’s asking about a cough and fever. Still, he answered. “She was… vulnerable. Sad. Angry. Hurt.” He stopped himself before adding reckless, wild, untethered—too much truth, even for him. Sora went quiet. Too quiet. He could hear the faint rush of her breath before she spoke again, slower this time, her tone laced with something unspoken. “There was once a student here. Kim Tae-san. Brilliant mind, but ruined by obsession. He hunted after the truth potion too, studied it until it hollowed him out. But what he made…” She let the silence hang, then leaned closer. “…was nothing like truth.”

“You don't know the half of it. I hired a pack of rogues. Real monsters, the kind that'll swallow you whole. Want to guess what they're doing with her right now, locked in a room together?” My taunting got to him. His hand shook around the hilt, his eyes shot through with red. At last the blade drifted down from my throat until the silver tip hovered a fingernail's width above my heart. Then the knife hit the floor with a clang. He sucked in a breath and turned away. “Give her the potion.” I didn't know what he meant, until his assistant brought over a vial. “It's a truth potion. The witch brewed it. One sip and she'll tell us everything.”

My mother called me one Saturday evening to her room, "we shall be paying a visit to somewhere in the city." She told me. That sunday about 3 p.m. we entered a public transport mode and straight away to the Crimson park. She bought two pairs of snacks, one for me and the other for her, as we look the snacks, we loiter around the pack and talk, "Paloma," my mother called me, "you must be careful with the boys that come around you. Be careful not to look into the eyes of any boy, you could be hypnotized by a love potion they have applied on their eyes, be careful not drink any drink offered to you by any one, you could be a victim of the love potions." "Mummy, how does this work, I mean? Does