Harry Potter Is Superboy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Harry unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He stepped closer. “Trust me, Ivy. We don’t need the healer or the antidote. This way, we’ll even have our own pup… You’ll have to be my mate then, won’t you?” He reached out and lifted my chin. “Even in this life, you can never escape me. You’ll always be mine, Ivy.” As my consciousness faded, it hit me. Harry had come back from past, too.

I end the call before she can respond, my chest heaving with suppressed fury. Harry stirs beside me, already half-asleep. His tiny hand finds mine, squeezing lightly. "Daddy?" he mumbles, eyes fluttering closed. "Tell me 'bout the superhero now?" I force a smile, brushing his hair back. "Of course, little man. This one's about the strongest hero ever. A hero who fights for what's his and never fucking gives up." And right now, that hero isn't just fighting for his son. He's fighting for Violet, too.

I echoed the words I heard her say a million times, smiling slightly. “You’re very insightful, I think we’re going to be great friends.” Susie grinned, grasping my arm and lacing it with hers, “Now, I heard one of the guys at school speaking about a Harry Potter movie marathon at the main packhouse today, would you care to join us?” “I love Harry Potter.” I nodded eagerly. “Forget it, we’re not going to be great friends- we’re going to be best friends,” Susie announced and my heart skipped a beat. “Who’s your favourite character?” She asked, dragging me along the path that led to the main pack house.

Jane chuckled and Harry smiled. “I like games” “Yeah every boy likes games. What’s your favorite color Harry?” “Green” “Green? Why? I thought normal likes blue or yellow while freaks and weird ones likes red and black” “I’m not in the parts you classified” Harry responded. “So tell me, why do you like the green color?” “My favorite superhero is Green Lantern. I hate Superman but I love the fact that green light hurts him” “Okay you are a villain right now” Jane peeped at him and he giggled.

Dante drew on his gaze, as if trying to catch him in a lie, but Harry burst out giggling. “That was funny! I told you that I am not my brother's puppet, why would you even think that I would do his bidding for him?” “He is your older brother, the two of you get along fine, so I don't see any reason why you would want to get rid of him” “What if I tell you that he is not my father's child and does not deserve to sit on that throne in the first place” “He is a Lycan!” Dante refuted, and that word seemed like a trigger for Harry, who snarled at him.

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

"Brother, although Severin is powerful, it’s not good to accidentally hurt this kid.” "Besides, we are both royal paragons. Even if I win, it will be disgraceful!" Harry was eight feet tall, with a leopard head and eyes, a swallow's chin and a tiger's beard, and a body like an iron tower. He was majestic. His presence made people feel the majestic power of energy and blood rushing towards them. Although he was tall and seemingly reckless, he was actually very thoughtful. How could a distinguished guest from Grandiuno Sacred Land come to visit and cause such trouble?

"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.

Furious, he stared icily at Harry and questioned, "Who are you?" Harry was thrilled to note the change in Franklin's expression. He thought he'd succeeded in inciting Franklin, which meant that Damian would have hell to pay. "My name is Harry Sawyer, Mr. Webb. I'm from Spencer Corporation. You don't need to thank me for exposing these two vermin to you. I'm honored to do my part in ensuring that nothing disrupts the celebration!" Franklin wanted to curse. Hah! As if he felt thankful! With a stormy look in his eyes, he slapped Harry right across the face, roaring in anger, "You look like the vermin to me!"

“You don’t know what you have done, you fools!” “Sure,” Tony replied to Meguitte, ignoring the prisoners. “Won’t be long.” “How is Harry?” She asked him, and he paused, catching hold of the doorframe. He shrugged, a muscle twisting in the corner of his jaw. “Still feeding the corpse blood, as if they think it will do something,” he said grimly. “There’s no sign of change, though Harry swears the hand-wound is looking better. Won’t let us look though. Won’t let anyone beyond the doorway, not even the ancients who come to donate. Harry will drink from them, and then feed the corpse themselves.”