Harry Potter Neglected Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Sherry said. At the same time, Natalie blinked and stared at Harry. "Uncle Harry, are you going to have a girlfriend soon? When you have a girlfriend, would you not like me anymore?" Her words caused his heart to ache. He lifted Natalie to sit on his lap. "Don't worry. I won't have a girlfriend. I treasure you the most. How can I not like you anymore one day?"

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"

"Stand here watching him with her and pretending you're okay." "What…what do you mean?” I stuttered. Anyone with eyes can see you pining over my brother like a broken puppy and it's honestly pathetic to watch you…it’s so predictable.” I turn to glare at him. "Excuse me?" "You heard me." Harry leans against the wall and crosses his arms. "You're going to stand here all night watching your best friend hook up with his ex. You're not going to say anything and you won't leave either. You're just going to suffer in silence and smile when he talks to you later."

Isabella’s POV I loved clinging to my boyfriend, Nate, and soaking up as much of his attention as possible. But then I saw those strange comments—claiming that Nate hated me, that his true love was about to appear, and that I was going to get dumped hard—I decided to keep my distance from him. “Why’d you stop?” The second I leaned away from his chest, Nate’s voice came from beside me. I'd just pulled away in the middle of making out with him.

Harry goes to his desk, takes his phone, and then takes my hand and pulls me out of the office as if he were possessed. Harry's attitude is making me nervous, and a thousand things go through my head, but I don't know what's so special about that gift. [End of flashback] "Girl, it's time to wake up. Please don't do this to me. I knew I shouldn't have let her ride that bike for hours!" A distant crying makes my headache worse, and I groan in pain. I raise my voice, asking them to keep quiet, as my head could explode at any moment.

Liam stared at him with wide eyes. "This. Do you think I want this?" Harry said pointing at the file. "If I wanted this then don't forget Liam Stone I have full power to snatch this from you. I don't need your fucking donation. I want my wife back. I want my Rose back." Liam was frozen in his place as he stared at the crazy man with stunning eyes. "But why I mean you--" Harry cut his words as he kicked the table away in anger. "BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOUR SISTER YOU BASTARD!" He yelled making Liam stare at him with stunned eyes. He didn't know this piece of information even Xander didn't know.

After running away from home she called hell, she didn’t expect to fall further into the abyss. *** Harry opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He barely had enough sleep, thinking about how to coax Margot. He let out a sigh and turned to his side. It was when he remembered what happened the previous night. “That woman… I should completely cut off our ties. I’d rather be with Margot whose family is wealthy than be with that woman who’s only useful in bed,” he groaned, ruffling his hair as he walked to the bathroom. “I could always get another babe to entertain me when I have the money,” Harry smirked, shaking his head while thinking about how to break up with his young mistress.

Harry scoffed and turned his gaze to the now-cold food on the table. “Arabella, don’t be ridiculous,” he said coolly. “I don’t need someone waiting for me to eat. I never asked for this.” Arabella stared at him, her once-bright eyes dimming. “Ridiculous? I only wanted to do something nice for you, Harry.” Harry sighed, struggling to suppress the turmoil inside him. He didn’t want to appear weak. He didn’t want to admit that a part of him was touched by her attention.

You are mine. Then she turned, her steps sharp and unyielding as she disappeared into the dark. The garden was silent again, but my chest still heaved as if I had ran miles. My hands were trembling, but I tried to hide it. Harry looked at me finally for a moment, I thought he might soften, or say something to reassure me, something to break the suffocating tension Headmistress Morwen had left behind. But he didn’t. Instead, he gave me a crooked smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “You see? She can’t touch me.”

She was stranded and if Harry leaves without buying her food, she would definitely die of hunger before getting killed by the cold outside since she had no where to stay. Her brows creased when the man dressed in black suit behind Harry whispered something to his ear. She developed instant hatred for him. He didn’t say anything to Harry ever since, but now that she spoke about being hungry, he finally had something to say. She was getting impatient by Harry’s silence. It was annoying how he just had his gaze back at his watch, ignoring her. She was about to remind him of her presence when he spoke up. “I don’t give a fuck if you’re hungry or not, I don’t mind you starving.”