Harry Potter Rat Man Novels & Stories

"Now that you've seen how repulsive I really am… get out." He bent toward me and unlocked the pink handcuffs around my wrists. Frankly, I was too stunned to move. How the hell was I supposed to process the insane thing he had just said? A dreamboat like this was calling himself ugly? The man dialed a string of numbers and barked coldly, "Get your daughter away from me." The door opened, and a middle-aged couple entered with nervous, lowered heads. They were probably the parents of this body's original owner. Both trembled visibly, though disgust still flickered through their fear-stricken eyes.

A tall and a short with wears cloak that covers their faces, and one wears a plague mask. "Doctor, the rats have grown larger since you feed them upon the mountainous corpse at the mountains." the shorter one in a cloak says. "But of course, every one of us has a role to play. Even in death, the Chief and his Hand will serve nutrients for my pets." the Doctor says as he places a rat the size of a cat on the table. The rat heard the Doctor whistling and followed her commands. She then commands the rat to attack the two other members at the table.

I won't press charges against you. “I’m afraid that’s impossible, miss… Tell me if you need anything… I’ll bring everything, anything, just ask…” — The key to the lock and a cell phone! “Oh, besides that, Miss… You understand…” "I don't understand a damn thing!" Kit began to get angry. The man, it seems, is mumbling, you can’t be afraid of this ... Here is the mysterious Harry, the one who pulled off her abduction - this, apparently, is a dangerous creature ...

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Then she wailed in pain, for the hand she’d stitched a grid into was gone, and rats were pouring out from her wrist. It was instant madness. Rats were everywhere, crawling from all sides of the circle, across the floor, digging through books. They all had oversized, all-too-human grins. They went straight for Mr. Pervis, nipping at his ears and fingers. He brushed them away, stomped them with his boots, squished them in his fists. All the while, Loretta wailed in pain.

he would explain patiently, "them was sewers. Th' sewers of Vienna. What is it that you find in sewers?" "Rats?" "Rats. Aye. Rats. Harry was a rat. Anybody that doesn't care about one 'o them ants stopping moving, that's a rat. Harry was an evil man, but he was th' other fella's friend. The fella' that shot him in the sewer." "You mean he shot his friend?" "Aye. But if your friend's a rat, what should ye do? Should ye stick by him, or should ye do the right thing?"