Harry Potter Kills Himself Fanfic の小説・ストーリー

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.

I wonder if some of them ran away. I wanted to kill that bastard myself! Where was he or his body? What the fuck! I angrily began to search for the fucking bastard. “What are you searching for? Let's go!” Harry protested, but I ignored him. “There's someone I want to kill myself” I spat through gritted teeth as I looked through all the dead men on the ground. My eyes turned red in anger, “The fucker isn't here!” I gnashed my teeth. “So? You want to wait for him?” Harry asked, his eyes dancing in amusement and his lips shaking. He was trying hard not to burst into laughter.

"Shawn, you've been drinking. Snap out of it." "You leave me no choice." He pulls the trigger at Harry. The thought of losing him flush into my mind. I couldn't bear it. Harry's POV I closed my eyes, accepting my fate. I knew I deserved this but I don't regret loving her. I would never. I heard the sound of him pulling the trigger but I was still alive and it made me get confused. I opened my eyes only to see Elena laying helplessly on the ground. My world was turned upside down.

Back then, he had said, "Ms. Harper, I have a son too. The two boys can keep each other company, and I promise I'll treat your son like my own." In just three years, he had forgotten that promise entirely. But for all his scheming, he had failed to realize the child on this boat was the son he loved most. I forced myself to focus and stumbled through the storage compartment, finally finding the backup emergency radio. I pressed the talk button and screamed hoarsely, "Zachary! This really is Blake! Are you trying to kill your own son?" "Shut up! How dare you curse my son! Penelope Harper, do you think I'm blind? I can see perfectly well that Blake is wearing a white tracksuit today! You think

"But we can try to move past this. We have to for our own sake." Harry looked up at her, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Standing on his feet, he pulled out a gun and shot himself. “Harry!” Scarlet shouted shockingly, watching in horror as his own brain spilled out blood. “Harry,” Nicolas called with surprise, he didn't expect him to do that. But he knew why, Harry would rather kill himself than go to jail. Scarlet started to cry bitterly again, she has been witnessing a lot of the death of her beloved one.

Harry says. "It is not good enough for me! I want you to convince him! If he does not marry me in three days, you will die. I will keep this spell on you until Xavier is my husband," I say. I let go of him, and I kicked away his knife. I kept my grip on him until we left the house to return to the club. I walk in front of Harry. It does not look too good. I know it is because of the pain of the spell. However, the next moment, I fell to the ground. I feel the burning of the knife in my back.

There was no breath. "He's gone..." Edith murmured, almost in disbelief. Lilian, too, checked for any sign of a pulse. There was nothing. Her eyes glinted briefly with joy. Wendy hadn't saved Harry—she had killed him instead. It couldn't have worked out better for Lilian! She glanced at Harry one last time, the man she had loved for so long but had never been fully hers. Once, her love had burned hot; now, her hatred ran just as deep. Death was the perfect ending.

"That's right, that year I killed your mother, I took her place as Lady Levi. Haha, you can't blame me anyway, blame your mother for being unlucky to marry Levi Smith. . harry potter fanfic She laughed in madness like a psycho. This aspect of hers he had never seen before. Was it because he exaggerated something earlier that she reacted so strongly? But that's okay, anyway, this is the result he expected, it might be even better than expected. “Your mother-in-law and you are both something that should disappear from this world. Both are equally deserving of death. That night, I sent someone to show you the wrong way and then stabbed you and your mother to death. So what? Isn't it interesting

"And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her." — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It had been Friday night when my friends and I had gone to the club. It was a good plan to keep Hunter off my mind. I had been ignoring him since Christmas. He had sent me a dozen of texts but I refused to read or reply to them. It was better this way.