Harry Potter Oc Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Harold was aware that if Derek had the intention of killing her, there'll be no stopping him because one spell was all it took but he braced himself for whatever was to come. Derek started whispering a lot of nonsense with his wand still pointed at Penelope. After a few seconds, his eyes opened and Harold saw his eyes change from bright green to its normal colour. "We're done," he said, his face returning to the unfriendly frown he'd had since he came out of the forest and that was it. "Thank you," Penelope said but got no reply verbally or non like she was talking to a statue. They resumed on their journey and continued walking through the last waves of the forest till they came out into th

The young virgin felt his manhood throb and pulsate, aching harder than he'd ever felt before. And all he had to do was divert his eyes, if even for a moment... and after a few moments more, he did try this strategy. But it too was met with abject failure! For right there, where his eyes did wander to the very lovely derriere of Nicole's own stepdaughter, his girlfriend Gwen! She was packing a fantastic booty herself. The two women pretending to stand there so innocently... looking at the clothes and making idle jokes. Harry knew better! They were intentionally teasing him. Their two asses, so pert and tempting. The fanciful lad imagined watching Nicole strip down her jeans, exposing a beaut

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.

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

He wondered if Harry had some kind of supernatural ability or if there was another explanation for the strange occurrence. Harry sighed in frustration and tried to suppress the pain. He covered one eye with his hand and then opened it again. Instantly, one of Harry's eyes glowed with a fiery yellow hue. He groaned and struck the restroom mirror, causing it to crack. Arlo was startled by the noise and made a sound, alerting Harry to the fact that he was not alone in the restroom. Harry turned and moved closer to Arlo, intending to investigate the source of the noise. However, Arlo reacted much quicker and without making a sound. He swiftly moved to another location just as Harry checked where

I looked away, only to lock eyes with my fiancé, Owen Lockhart. He raised an eyebrow, letting the woman continue to cling to his arm without a hint of guilt. He noticed my sour expression, and his lips curled into a smug smile. The mistress he kept was a small-time internet celebrity. Together, they made a handsome couple, attracting the attention of passersby, who eagerly took photos of them. The café where I was sitting had large glass windows. I couldn't help but wonder if they caught my sour expression on camera. I cursed under my breath, grabbed my bag, and called the driver to take me somewhere else. But as I stepped out, I bumped into Owen face-to-face.

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

Harry tries to reassure me, holding my shoulders. "I'm not confused! I know exactly who you are and exactly how I feel about you!" Tears of embarrassment begin streaming down my cheeks, and emboldened by all the alcohol, I pour out every word of love I'd kept hidden for Harry Oakheart, something that is clearly a mistake.

Rose unconsciously kept on stepping back while he kept on stepping forward. "I-I-I-It's just I think she can make you happy and you both will be really happy together. She's really a nice girl and ahh." She yelped loudly when her back hit the wall and Harry slammed his free hand on the wall beside her head. "You want your husband to fucking marry another woman. Are you nuts?" He rasped right on her face making her press her head against the wall in anticipation. "I considered that little girl as my sister. I have never in million years looked at her in that way. You have lost your fucking mind!" Harry spit those words right on her face as he leaned impossibly close letting the tip of their n

I bent the doorknob, checking in to see what was going on. To my surprise, two people were making out. I wanted to close the door and exit until something made me stop. The guy below the girl was wearing Harry's favorite shoe. I know it's his. No, it can be him. Harry can never do this. What the hell am I thinking? I shook my head off those thoughts to think straight but the girl turned her face to me with a smirk after noticing my presence. What the hell is she... God this whore can never change.