Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Kills Himself Fanfic

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.

She licked her lips and began wondering if there was any way to stop him from listening to her heartbeat or to make her heartbeet stop. "If you are thinking of ways to do any of those, I'll advice you to do these. It's either you kill me or you kill yourself," and just when Alice thought he had become calm, he just had to prove her wrong. Alice rolled her eyes as she thought about how he knew what she was thinking about. "Hm, of course not," Alice snorted, turning her eyes to the other side, away from him.

Harry thought in panic as he tried to escape the two beasts that bore down on him, his friends couldn’t do anything to save him and Theo was weak. Theo watched as they grabbed Harry with his cloth which was already burning, Harry screamed in pain as the pain was unbearable, the beasts were trying to burn him alive. The hellhound that dipped his hand into his heart tried to remove the dagger but it proved abortive. The death of Carly flashed through Theo’s head, he remembered the promise of revenge for her death and now he was about to lose Harry. Tremendous anger surged through Theo, his eyes sparked blue and his veins sprouted out, they showed vividly on his body…

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.

I walked up to Harry and grabbed his throat, squeezing it tight, and I felt the veins in his neck pop out against my hand; when I looked into his blue eyes, I realized what I was doing; I was killing my other mate. Harry fell to the ground when I released him and when I fell to my knees, everything stopped; the wind the fire; everything. Harry wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear. "I love you, Calliana." "Harry, kill her now!." His brother yelled, I looked into Harry's eyes, and he had tears running down his face; my eyes widened as I saw him pull out a knife. "Harry," His name left my lips; he closed his eyes and lowered his hand that held the knife.

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 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.