Harry Potter Reincarnation Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Since everything started many ages ago, to face his enemies, the vizier using the genes of his descendants, with a spell, joining a potion, he creates a form, in which he creates a continuous and successive cycle of reincarnation. After many centuries, he was born in the present eras, the eldest son of the current Ayatollah, he will be next in line of succession, then, he was according to a prophet to great deeds, he, now, was remembering according to a potion made by a prophet, she would remember, in the great sandstorm, he was the great vizier, born with his hair the colour of fire, in skin of fire, he was the predestined. She did everything so that he could find his lost beloved, which he

But then something reminded me that this was Harry. I knew him. I knew the way his mind worked, the way he twisted situations to his advantage and discarded people the moment they outlived their usefulness. A bitter realization settled deep in my chest. I had already outlived mine the moment he allowed his mother to start questioning my sanity and fertility. Harry would never accept another man’s child. Never. Not in his house. Not under his name. This… this was just another move. Another scheme. I would go, convince Richard, secure the merger…

He was the doctor Kevin met that day, and because he was at his lowest, Harry exploited him by telling him the gravest mistake he had made in his life. He almost didn't believe such an idiotic being was a pub of the cunning Alpha Morris. Why would he reincarnated someone that didn't have a very good history with people or life itself- and also trust the witches to do it for him. They might believe they are the holiest creatures to exist but they are also the most cunning and wicked. They cause problems and havoc wherever they go with their little destructive spells that go a really long way while also releasing bad energy into the earth.

Harry chuckled upon hearing the question, then grinned, "Care about her? No, not even close. She's not my daughter. Why should I care about a woman who has no connection to me whatsoever?" Lucas furrowed his brow in confusion, his grip on his emotions tightening. "Wait, if she's not your daughter, then whose daughter is she?" Harry's lips curled into a sly smile, enjoying the intrigue he was creating. "She's the daughter of the vessel's original owner, the one whose body I now inhabit." Lucas's eyes widened in realization, the implications of Harry's words sinking in. "You mean Karina is the daughter of the person whose body you took over?"

since harry had already lost his memories then I see no reason for me to be doing that ,all I just have to do at this moment ,is to make sure that ,they never get to meet each other and harry never gets to remember who she really was or that's just going to be the death of me and I don't want that happening ,I already have him so I must protect him with all my life ,. his mine

Even though the energy he absorbed was not even a quarter. "No wonder he wants to serve you," he said casually. "Is that all?" I asked confused. I prepared some of my memories for the will to them then prepared the magic for reincarnation. I put all my magic energy into Sukmo's sword and ring to strengthen the barrier on their bodies. Hopefully my energy can last until I come back. "Nay, you the most understand me right? I gave all my magic so you can use it, I have changed your origin in the Sukmo sword, as well as Nia." I approached Nay.

They could wander off in fantasy land to no end of the magnificence and wealth that anticipated. Lorist anyway was overjoyed and walked forward with excitement. Having perused 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' in his previous existence, he had generally been interested with enchantment and needed to turn into a mage himself. Really awful he showed up on the Grindia Continent excessively late. Had he moved over to two or three thousand years sooner into the period of enchantment, his fantasies in turning into an extraordinary magus may very well worked out as expected.

At the very least I can take advantage of this situation to familiarize myself with the situation I am in right now, the whole Abyss Harold thing I mean… To summarize, I died and got reincarnated as a character from an RPG I used to play at my free time back when I was a company lawyer… The character I have been reincarnated as is called “Satiana Von Evanson”. White silver hair and Ember eyes, what you can call proudly a true beauty, even though I am still 16. I looked at my face on a dirty mirror glass after removing the sheet that was covering it.

Henry gently wiped it off with his sleeve, caressing Sophie's little cheek gently when he was done. His eyes stung—he could not believe any of this, not even after seeing Sophie's grave and her death certificate. He wished so terribly that none of it was true, and that Sophie was alive… As time passed, Henry leveled his reddened eyes at Sophie, asking softly, "When you reincarnate, do you want to be my daughter again? I'll make you the happiest princess in the world." Tina just happened to visit Sophie today and had just cleared the stairs when she found Henry and Linda in front of Sophie's grave, and she heard Henry just then.

ah! There is another way to make me believe that the man is Hayden. That is by changing appearance! I am not the one exposed to the alchemy potion. But the man was! Hayden makes him drink a potion that changes his appearance to look like Hayden! Like the polyjuice potion in Harry Potter! Oh my god, why didn't I think of that sooner? Oh, of course, because I'm stupid! Amazingly stupid! 'When the potion's effect wears off, he'll return to his original physical form. That's why he is gone and his black hair also turned blonde,'