Harry Potter Pokemon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series. "I told you to come as Ron!" Leia shouted dramatically when she took sight of her fake boyfriend. Alice immediately knew that this would lead to a fight. And boy, she was not wrong. "I told you I don't like Ron!" "How could you not like him!" "You just want me to be Ron so everyone will know we're dating! You dressed as Hermione!" "How dare you assume that!" A guy suddenly blocked Alice's view of her quarreling friends. He was not wearing a shirt, and Alice could see the trail of alcohol running down the man's hairy and bulky chest. It was not a good sight.

He blew a white substance into the air and I almost jumped out of my skin when the elderly woman we watched leave earlier stood so close to us staring at kyle most scarily. “What the fuck,” I exclaimed as I quickly pulled kyle behind me and placed myself in a defense mode. “What do you want,” Harry asked the old woman while pointing a magical substance towards her. “She is mine,” the old woman said, her voice echoing over and over again “Sorry, she is mine now,” Harry said to her and before she could say another word, Harry broke something that look like an egg, and there was smoke everywhere. “Run, “ he said and I dragged kyle's hand as we started running deep into the woods.

Mario and Fatima: Friends. End of Flashback… Harry could not explain his sadness. The rain falls hard, and he cries together with the rainfall. Every raindrop is equivalent to his teardrop. He says, “Dear God, help me with this. I don’t want to kill my Mom. I need to make her repent… like what I did before.” A strong wind occurred, and a shadow appeared, and Harry was shocked upon seeing the image of her Mom. Gaymo: Harry, I know that’s you.

The hug was short and brief but it gave Akira the strength she needed to push just a little bit further. They walked around till Orion paused at the fantasy section of the library, the children's section to be precise. “Eureka!” He exclaimed. Akira chuckled at his childlike expression, “what are we doing here?” “Does this look familiar?” He asked. She looked closely at the book and smiled, “Harry Potter?” She asked in surprise. “Yes my darling, I believe that there's a creature in this book that might have a hand in Mirabel's petrification.” Akira scoffed, “I doubt the basilisk would want to have anything to do with her.”

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.

he said. My brows furrowed. “Do you suddenly care about me?” “If you have a scar on your face from Caelthorn–” I rolled my eyes. Of course, this was still about his pack. “Your reputation will be ruined. I understand.” *** “That was the best thing I ever watched!” Harry exclaimed. Harry was one of the cooks. He was actually from a Beta family that had been framed and exiled, and then ended up here with his parents in the Caelthorn pack.

LUCAS'S POV "Dude, Sophia is going to go crazy when she sees this badass surprise. You are the main deal my buddy, no way I could ever pull up something charming like this!" Harry said, rubbing his two palms laden with aesthetic rings together with a playful grin that touches his eyes as he takes in the supposed romantic scene.

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

Harry wasn’t exactly human. When they got serious, Harry revealed his secret to Mom. Somehow, he didn’t pick up on the fact Mom sucks eggs at keeping secrets. Not even five minutes passed before she told me. Luckily for Harry, I can keep secrets. You see, Harry’s a werewolf. I know what you’re thinking — run, this guy is totally crazy! That’s exactly what I told Mom, so she convinced Harry to do the change into a wolf thing in front of me.

“You did not look this good even when we were at the fest that day.” “I am sure.” I murmured, “your sick brain has gotten infected by your male god, right? And that is aside from your body that you enjoy getting physically tortured by that bastard like a pig.” Harry’s smile faltered but did not fade away completely. He just shrugged his shoulders indifferently and placed his heeled boot on my foot, digging in painfully until tears stung the corner of my eyes and a cry escaped my lips. “You are the one squeaking like a fucking pig all the time and you have the guts to insult me?” he gritted out with the same evil smile.