Harry Potter Makes Money Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Jessie thought there wasn't anything majorly wrong with Helena. "I just regret helping her earn 200 grand that night. She spent it all on food," Harry said with a sneer.

Arianna narrowed her eyes at Harry. “What? I’m just offering a friendly suggestion. Tell anyone about this, and I’ll kill anyone you blabbed your mouth to.” “That seems pretty asinine, don’t you think? The fastest way for me to get the money is to tell my partner.” “I’ll consider it. I want to see how much you hustle in a month. I’ll be back in a month, and I better see some progress. I’ll be watching you and your older lover as well. Take care, Arianna,” Harry wished, slipping out of Arianna’s bed. “You know? I may not put you up for auction at all. Maybe I’ll keep you for myself,” Harry teased, winking at Arianna before he left.

With Harry’s intelligence, he would make something of his own. They would then live happily ever after, no longer suffering from the lack of money! Furthermore, Harry was dating a rich woman, and he probably got tired of living a frugal life as well. Even if it was for the few millions Sonia would get from the baby, Harry would get back with her. That woman, Dior, might as well get out of the way. Harry probably was in this relationship for the money! Harry would only love her, Sonia, and no one else!

Lucas asked, raising his brows a little but Harry scoffed. "You do look familiar but that doesn't make you worth my time." Harry said haughtily. Lucas pulled up a hurt face and rubbed his heart region a little, "You little brat, your words are more hurtful than the one you used on your girlfriend yesterday." "You've been following me?" Harry said dumbfounded but he soon wiped the expression off his face, growing more convinced Lucas had kidnaped him because he was from a wealthy family. "Call my mother quickly and tell her how much you want in exchange for me."

But Harry had other plans. "Loosen up a little, girl. I wanted you to get out of your shell first," he teased, his smile playful, but I only stared at him in confusion. "I don’t have the money to pay for anything except the dollars you gave me," I admitted with a sigh. "And now I just have $400. I want to find a job first and repay you." I needed to make it clear I wasn’t freeloading off him. Harry placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, his eyes soft but firm. "Work, job, money. Is that all you think about?" he asked, almost in disbelief. "Get comfortable first, then we talk about your escape plan."

"How do we make more?" Horace waved them over and grabbed some paper and a pen from the side. "When I came in earlier, I saw that website on the computer. I clicked in, registered, and they gave me 800 dollars. While you guys were eating breakfast, I turned that 800 dollars into 50,000 dollars." Rowan's face was filled with disbelief. "You turned 800 dollars into 50,000 dollars? No way, this is obviously one of those scams where they fleece people."

Harry's eyes suddenly brightened, already starting to imagine himself becoming a millionaire. He happily went through the formalities and transferred the entire 10,000 to Ivy's . "Satisfied now?" Glancing at the lawyer and Lilith, Harry sneered, "Look at you poor people, treating a mere 10,000 like a treasure." The lawyer smiled without saying a word.

"Of course!" Harry smiled broadly like a sunflower and shoved Bob forward. "If you don't believe me, ask him. He's the one who wanted to borrow money from Mrs. Frost." Ryan looked at them, his eyes dangerously narrowed. "Borrow what money?" His imposing presence was too overwhelming. Bob was so scared he didn't dare utter a word. Finally, Harry spoke up, "He borrowed a loan shark's money from me, a total of 2 million including interest." "Oh, I see. You kidnapped my wife to threaten me into paying off this guy's debt?"

“But I can’t. We need to work together to get the money.” “How much does he want?” He told her. “That is too much!” She said shocked. “If he is going to leave the country. He needs that much. Bring half.” “I don’t even have a tenth of it! I don’t get paid much. You are a Richards, ask your dad.” “I can’t! Make some effort.” “I can’t either!” “Then we should get ready for a scandal and jail. What do you think Harry would think of that?” He sneered.

"Vivian, don't be mad at Uncle Roland and Aunt Gina. They're just looking out for me. How about this? I'll wire you five thousand dollars every month. Think of it as my way of supporting your business." I let out a cold laugh at his condescending tone. "Harry, are you having fun spending that six million dollars? Is the Rolls-Royce comfortable to drive? Are you getting used to living in the villa?" "Vivian, what do you mean by that?" Harry asked, stunned. "Oh, nothing. Don't worry yourself about my business. Keep your money, because you'll need it to take care of my parents in their old age. After all, you're their most successful investment."