Harry Potter Mass Effect Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"She's pregnant, Harry." Harry went still. His face was blank. Indianna could tell he was having an internal battle. His eyes were changing from black to normal colour. "Are you sure?" "Yes," Indianna whispered. "Harry-" "Respectfully, Indie, fuck off," Harry growled. "Because I'm going to punch something and I would not like it to be you." "Harry-" "I will hurt you if you don't leave!" Harry shouted. His eyes were fully black. His wolf was taking over. "Indianna, get out of my sight. Now!"

Harry: It'll be fun Me: I don't think so Harry: You'll like it Me: Really? Harry: Yes. Just imagine that I'm there. Harry: Imagine it's me that touches you. I don't want to imagine it, I want him here. Harry: Just do it, I'll be waiting for you Me: I can't Harry: Of course you can. Harry: Just open your legs, stick your hand up your panties and start touching you. It's not that hard. How can he say it like that? With such fluidity and boldness.

His erection against my back and it makes me sick. “Thank you for turning me on princess “ - he whispers in my ear and I feel the small amount of food I had eaten come up. I force it down not wanting to show the weak part of throwing up. Harry walks to me and both his hands meet my breasts. “Let me go” - I shout while the idiot behind me rubs his erecting on my ass. “Oh Amelia, too bad you haven’t been taking your pill” - he says with a laugh and that’s when it hits me. He wants me pregnant? What the fuck?

Harry unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He stepped closer. “Trust me, Ivy. We don’t need the healer or the antidote. This way, we’ll even have our own pup… You’ll have to be my mate then, won’t you?” He reached out and lifted my chin. “Even in this life, you can never escape me. You’ll always be mine, Ivy.” As my consciousness faded, it hit me. Harry had come back from past, too.

If Mate had been a wolf, she would have been an Alpha female," Till barked happily. A shiver ran down Harry's spine as he felt his soul mate's canines pierce his lower lip again. "Mate, I think you've had enough for now," Harry tried to articulate. Emmanuelle froze, then slowly raised her eyes to meet his gaze. She had to stand on her tiptoes to come and speak against his lips: "So tasty," she said seductively, running her tongue over his lips. Harry's skin regenerated again, and he couldn't take his eyes off his soul mate. Till trembled in one of the recesses of Harry's mind: _ Harry... I really don't know how to take this. Usually, I wouldn't mind our Mate talking about us as a snack. But

I end my speech, and he nods his head frantically as he agrees with my words. "You're right. I'm not going to let this situation break me. He's the one who betrayed me; he should feel the heat, not me. The Goddess knows that I'm not going to damn myself for him." Harry says in a firm voice, and I can't help but reach up to my toes and place a chaste kiss on his lips. I'm about to let go when Harry turns it into a full-blown make-out, and we stay in that position for a while before he pulls away and we both end up breathless.

"Yes, Mr. Potter. The effect that your touch had on the possessed Professor Quirrell was very strong and unusual. I, in my thousand years of experiencing magic, had never seen something like that." Erik said and waited for an instant before continuing to talk. "I don't doubt that your mother's love left a powerful protection on you, I could see that. But, I could see that Professor Quirrell had a strong effect on you too. Everytime he touched you, you felt pain." Larry Potter lowered his head, and talked, as if he was ashamed of admitting it. "I… I had headaches during that year. Every time I was around Professor Quirrell, I felt like a nail was burning and trying to bury itself into my head

My breath hitched, and the mix of metal and his sweat filled my lungs. “Leon! What the hell—” My words died as his grip cinched, perfectly balanced, not choking me, but making me feel the edge of death. I’d underestimated him. “Harry…” His knee forced between my legs, the rough fabric of his trousers rubbing against me. “Didn’t you once say you wanted me to spray on your face?” I froze, blood running cold. There was never coming back from this, was there?

I still need to know how Weirder things ends. “You watch Weirder things?” Harry's eyes fly open as he hands me a helmet. “It’s only the best show ever! I have to beg Maverick to sit through it with me. He doesn't appreciate it as much as I do.” I sighed. “Yeah…he seems to not be in the habit of appreciating the best things.” I keep quiet because I have nothing to say to that. “Hop on and hang on tight Princess” ****** The drive to the frat house takes like ten minutes. The breeze

“You don’t know what you have done, you fools!” “Sure,” Tony replied to Meguitte, ignoring the prisoners. “Won’t be long.” “How is Harry?” She asked him, and he paused, catching hold of the doorframe. He shrugged, a muscle twisting in the corner of his jaw. “Still feeding the corpse blood, as if they think it will do something,” he said grimly. “There’s no sign of change, though Harry swears the hand-wound is looking better. Won’t let us look though. Won’t let anyone beyond the doorway, not even the ancients who come to donate. Harry will drink from them, and then feed the corpse themselves.”