Harry Potter Kills Himself Fanfic Novels & Stories

"I swear, I won't let go of your hands ever again. There won't be any other woman. I'll only love you. We'll have a kid and live happily as a family." I sneered, "Seeing you makes me sick. I don't want you anywhere near my afterlife." I bolted, and he chased. Minutes later, I hit the elevator where it all started. It was running again now, and I had mixed feelings. As I thought about how to get rid of Anthony, the elevator pulled me in. Right before the doors shut, I caught sight of his panicked face. I smiled, stepping over. This time, I was done with him for good. "See you never, Anthony." The End

I had finally convinced him I was ready. It had taken weeks of arguments, demonstrations, and a fair amount of shameless pleading. But he’d relented in the end, saying it was the perfect opportunity to prove I could handle myself. And he was right. I was ready. My objective was clear: kill Riley Porter. The hockey prodigy. The rising star. The next Alpha of the Hades Realm pack. The heir to a stolen throne, my father’s throne. A pack ripped from our family years ago. My father had never forgotten that betrayal, and neither had I.

His body twitched once, and then—humiliatingly—he wet himself. I sneered coldly. “Do you think I’d ruin my life just to kill you? Scum like you deserves to live crippled and rotting in prison, suffering for the rest of your miserable life.” “Waaah!” Jasper broke down completely, sobbing like a madman. As the sound of sirens grew closer, I let out a breath and collapsed onto the ground, drained of all energy.

Howard rushed to me, grabbing me by the arms, “Ginny, talk to me! What happened?! Who died?!” “It was an accident.” I whimpered, clutching his shirt like a child, “I didn’t mean to, I swear I didn’t mean to push her! She hit her head, and then she just… She stopped moving and… And K… Kevin saw everything and now he’s making me… He’s making me do all these things…” “Who? Who died, Ginny?” “Kevin’s mother!” I screamed, “She’s dead! I killed her!” The words echoed through the room like a gunshot. Howard froze as his entire body went still. Then slowly, with a visible effort, he detached my hands from his chest and took a step back. His face was a mask, no shock, no horror, just calculating sile

“Even if she's still alive, you think she would love you after watching you display your animalistic personality? You say you don't hide who you are, does Chloe know who you really are? Does Charles know -" “Don't bring my friend into this!" Harry cut her off. Yasmine just chuckled. She was starting to get tensed. At first this was just acting but now it's getting personal. To think he would actually feel remorse for his actions. “Really? But you brought my friend and her family into this cruel lifestyle of yours! You fucking killed her and her entire family!" Yasmine yelled.

I closed my eyes, bracing for the familiar agony of my previous death, when suddenly, a shadow, massive and cold, fell over me. The searing heat vanished. The air dropped instantly. I looked up, squinting. A sleek, matte-black umbrella, large enough to shield a small vehicle, was being held over me. Standing there was a man I had only seen in the forbidden archives of the vampire history books. Caspian Vane. The exiled Pureblood. The man the Lightwoods feared more than the sun itself. In my previous life, I had written letters to this man, begging for help. But, every letters were crushed in Edward's arms before they could sneak out of his gothic manor.

Her eyes widened when she heard is words. "Harry tried committing suicide. Don't tell me your brother didn't tell you anything after all he wasn't letting you attend any trial." She stepped with wide eyes shaking her head. "H-Harry no. Your lying right. SAY THAT YOUR LYING." She grabbed his collar roughly shaking him but it did not affect him as he stood there like a rock. "Say that it's not true I beg you please." He grabbed her wrists roughly before jerking her towards him. "It's true Rose you succeeded in that famous line 'If he can't be mine he will be no ones' Doctors have already given up on him saying that he don't want to wake up. And soon his remaining alive system might give up as

His eyes, once filled with malicious intent, now reflected pure terror. Harry emerged from the shadows, holding a gleaming dagger. He brought it to us, the three Lucas family members, and spoke with a chilling calmness. "Shall I do it, or will one of you?" His words were harsh, but we understood the gravity behind them. Firstly, Roy had to die; otherwise, this nightmare would never end. Secondly, despite everything, Roy was our family, and Harry respected our decision in this final moment.

I questioned again. “Because this is my fate after I killed him. Harry was destined to die in the real world that day and I had to prevent it from happening. I twisted his fate because I didn’t want him to be gone too soon.” This wasn’t making any sense but in the back of my head, Diana was telling the truth. Right now, my mind is boggling with everything she has said since it’s something that is hard to believe. “So where did you bury Harry? I want to see him.” I demanded.

Harry ordered, "Do your working job! It's clear as daylight that Harry didn't only want to hurt me but also humiliate me. Strip me of whatever dignity I had left. My head was hanging weightlessly on my neck, drooping down as more tears dropped to the floor. I just want to be with Riene, feel the warmth of her skin on mine, and beg her to forgive me. I wanted to tell her how sorry I am. Harry continued thrusting in and out of my mouth, stimulating himself as he caressed his balls. I didn't move, not so much as twitched. There's no escaping anyway. He continued thrusting, groaning as he hit climax I wanted to kill him, and then die to reunite with Reine—but my body wouldn’t obey me.