Romans & histoires Harry Potter Line Theft Fanfiction

I demanded. Diane tilted her head, a glint of amusement in her eyes. “Well,” she drawled, her tone mocking, “do you want to know how he was kidnapped? I won’t say it was someone you trusted, but… let’s just say one of your well-known workers betrayed you and teamed up with me. He’s the one who took Harry and he’s the one who gave Harriet the chocolate.” Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. My grip on her shoulders loosened as I stepped back, my mind spinning.

Victor has no idea what the f*ck Ariadne's talking about, which sets him on razor's edge. "-That was me, motherf*cker. That week, I smoked those black dragons like a Queen." Victor knows that Harry deals in expensive cigars, black dragons being his favorite. Something connects in the wolf's mind. Ariadne had once stolen from Harry, probably under Arthur's orders. Harry offers no insight into how his warehouse could have been hit except this. "F*cking barrels." "I saw you way before you first saw me," Ariadne hums. It never occurred to Victor that Ariadne knew who Harry was before the first introduction.

He calmly said like I was talking to someone with no emotions. "What? I am fighting for that girl...I mean...what if...just what if your friend finds out? You were meant to take care of her not fuck her" I announced on top of my lungs and Harry leans back to his chair. He looked like someone in his savage era totally looking at me like I have lost it. "I intend to make her mine..." He hadn't complete his statement when my hand pushed the cabbage in my hand inside his mouth. "You're a Pedophile"

said his friend in a slightly cynical tone. "Really, I'm a thief? Who do you think wouldn't be surprised to see you like this?" He did his best to hide his panic. "I'm not saying you stole, you're just too scared, like someone caught red-handed." The servant left. He was quite curious about what his professional friend was holding. Harry cleaned himself up and lay down on the bed, his hands supporting his head. He glanced to the side, usually there was Sarra by his side, especially after coming home from work like this it was not uncommon for the woman to massage him, showing her spoiled attitude.

“I have kept myself hidden from them for twenty-two years, I have no desire to run into them again” “Them ? You mean the men of seiðr ?” Harry gave a short nod. “They won’t bother anyone else”. “But still you know about them ?” “Yeah they took my baby brother. He has the DNA they were looking for. I read your papers. You were a match too. How did you get away ?”

His crimson eyes burned brighter, and the shadows bent closer, eager to obey. “Soon,” he whispered. “Soon she will be mine.” His lips curved into a wicked smile, and I wasn’t there, I felt the echo of his thoughts. If she dares to doubt, I will bind her. If she dares to resist, I will break her. But she will not leave me. Not alive. And with that, Harry prepared his own trap. Not for Jason. Not for Kael. But for me.

Talen held open the door and they filtered past him with Harry at the rear. “Send a spy to the target location and try to determine the number of enemy and what their weaponry is,” Harry recommended. “I will go. I am, after all, an expert at lurking.” Their smile was wry. “Hey,” their tone became one of surprise. “That’s the priestess.” Within the rear of the warehouse, Leighton, Meguitte, Connery, and a group of witches were all involved in a very intense conversation examining the contents of a saucepan. They looked up in unison at Harry’s exclamation.

Carwyn Levi's whole body froze. Bad guy… In Harry's heart, he always had the image of a kind uncle, whenever something happened, Harry would run to find him first, this time too. But this uncle that Harry adores the most is the one who secretly kidnapped his mother... If Harry knew the truth, what would he think of this uncle? Bad guy? Bad guy? Or are the scary kidnappers often appearing on TV series? Carwyn Levi began to feel afraid, afraid that his image in Harry's heart would be destroyed.

When I had returned the first one, I immediately borrowed the second one: Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets which was the book I was reading right now. "I don't care what sort of blood you've got!" said Harry fiercely. "Why would I want to attack Muggle-borns?" [ Excerpt From Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling ] I was about to bring the book closer to my face when in a matter of seconds, it was suddenly disappeared, out of my grasp. I looked up and saw Ty holding the book with a playful smile on his face. "Man, give it back! I'm not finished!" I crossed my arms and looked at him, completely annoyed.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.