Harry Potter Reincarnation Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he finished up the story. “sorry she was cursed because she fell in love with someone? But what does she have to do with me?” I asked him. He looked at the painting of the girl that looks exactly like me. in our first encounter he called me Scarlet. there was longing in his eyes and he spoke about how he has been looking for her for years. i look exactly like her and i have the curse that she was given. “you are her, you are the reincarnation of Scarlet. You just don’t remember but with time you will. You are the reincarnation of the love of my life” he finished off by saying.

Headmistress Pittman pauses for a while after peeking Lyanna's face and continues, "Another girl." "She's Raya's reincarnation." There were gasps from everyone as headmistress continues, "All the more reasons not to help you. Goodnight gentlemen." I pulled out a sliver of my dragon soul and puts it into a glass vial as I said, "I'm asking again. This is the only place safe from the fairies." Headmistress Pittman smirks as she looks back and slyly investigates the vial in fascination, "A dragon's soul. You know the gravity of this, don't you?"

I would forever remember what happened in order for me never to do it again. How else would I learn the consequences of such an act? I wasn’t sure Anja and Leander’s glamour of the pack would have worked, but I must say that I was surprised that it did. Anja even put the glamour over Harry so that he wouldn’t remember what happened to him. I was thankful for that; the last thing anyone wants is for that little boy to grow up remembering how he was killed then brought back to life. This vampiric spell also had people believing that Harry was born from Bastian and Lilly. Even little Harry will think they’re his birth parents. I wondered how that would work when Bastian and Lilly haven’t been t

Lips curled in a half-smile that promised secrets and ruin in equal measure. The academy uniform looked wrong on him,as if the fabric strained under something too powerful to contain. “Aria,” he said. His voice. God!!! his voice. Smooth. Rich. Familiar. Like fire wrapped in silk. I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Because I knew. This wasn’t a new student. This wasn't a coincidence. This was him. Harry. Reborn. Renamed. Returned. “I’ve heard so much about you,” he said, pulling out the chair across me. Sat without invitation. “The girl who survived the Hollow Path. Who broke Morwen’s staff with a gesture. Who walks like she owns the stones beneath her feet.”

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.

It was as if he were telling Aria he would listen no matter how impossible it might sound. Aria saw the walls finally come down, and the ache in her chest cut even deeper. She shifted in her seat and let her voice go gentler. But she kept every word clear and sure, carrying warmth that felt like it had traveled across a thousand years. She began to tell him the story that reincarnation had buried. "Percy, in your past life, you were the fourth apprentice of the Hollowlight Sect." The words hit him, and his heart lurched hard, as if a key had just slid into a lock hidden somewhere inside his soul and turned. The fragmented visions that had been trickling through his mind erupted all at once,

Harry stopped at the same place, watching the other party hurry to get in the car and leave the road, he was still in a coma until the car went away. The proud and rude little girl in his memory had completely changed now, and she had become a woman who always obeyed and admired men. So even though her appearance hadn't changed much, he didn't recognize her at first glance. I just thought that the person in front of the orange counter was just a woman like her. Thinking of that, Harry's face changed. What has she been through all these years? As soon as Harry's trance stopped, the subordinate beside him reminded in a low voice.

After all, without him in the previous incarnation, Harriet's life wouldn't have ended up into a tragedy. This time, he was reincarnated to avenge Harriet! "Nora, is this the so-called truth? You trapped me!" Vernon grabbed Nora's wrist fiercely. He was truly embarrassed today. "It's not like that. Vernon, please let me explain..." Nora panicked and tried to hold onto Vernon. Slap! Vernon, however, would no longer be deceived by her lies and directly slapped her hard.

he muttered, trying to break her resolve. With a resigned sigh, she finally spoke, "I don't know what sword you're talking about," she replied honestly. Heather seemed desperate, though he tried to hide it. She could see the anxiety in his stance and behavior. "I heard you lost your memories... that you're not actually Phoenix but her reincarnate," he stated, as if trying to find some hidden clue within her. "If you know that, why are you asking me about something I know nothing about?" she whispered, frustrated by the situation.

I scrunched my face, trying to hold back my tears as I reminisced of all the things that I have done, as Sakamaki Yuu and as Lancelot Ral Constance. Just right after I reincarnated, I have been running around settling problems that the former Lancelot started. I did say that I want to live my life as I wanted, but seeing the servants and the people, in addition to my fussy attitude, I couldn’t just left them continue living like that.