Harry Potter Rejects His Parents Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I couldn't take it anymore when my foster parents confirmed I wasn't their daughter and that I was a human. So I thought, what's the point of going on if I would only face humiliation and suffering? "Let it all out, princess. You are safe from all insecurities. I will never let anyone hurt you" my mother said, pulling me into her embrace. I sobbed for a few minutes before I finally stopped. I was ready to tell them what happened. " I… I was rejected by my mate" I stuttered, tears streaming down my eyes again. "Who dares reject my daughter!" My father thundered, making everyone in the room except my mother shiver in fear. His eyes were fiery red as if it was filled with fresh volcano and the

I never expected him to approve our bond, but I hoped he would be a little understanding. “When?” he growled. “I found out on my birthday night, in that hall,” I revealed. “You both have no business being mates. Like, hell, what sort of terrible combination is that?” he groaned with annoyance. “You can’t be with her.” “Dad, please don’t ask me to reject her. Because I will not,” I retorted. Rejecting Violet wasn’t even an option. I have grown to love her. The connection was irresistible, and I was never letting her go.

"After nine years, your father found a suitable mate for you, Harry. I placed the attraction spell on him and your father gave you a mixture of an attraction and suppression potion for six months until you turned 18 and Harry magically walked into the picture. You made eye contact and boom!!! You two fell in love, marked each other and were supposed to live happily ever after, but well… you know what happened." I sagged against the shelf behind me, completely drained by her revelation. "Did he tell you why he did what he did?" I asked softly. "He kept on saying it had to be done and there was no other way but whatever his reasons were, he really cared and loved you." I let out a snort. "Oh y

Suddenly, this idea popped into his head. Instead of riddles, guessing whether Harry is still alive or not. "I'm not sure about father and mother, since they heard the name Paula. Even you are not allowed to go abroad anymore." "They're just as selfish as Aunt Paula. Just because we couldn't be together in the past?" At this time, Sarra didn't know what to do other than just wanting to catch up with her lover. Supportive parents have turned against them because they know Harry is Paula's son. "Sis, please! Help me talk to you!"

But his eyes were full of disappointment and resentment. "What did Mom and I do wrong?" He stared at Harry defiantly. Harry shook his head and answered truthfully, "You both did nothing wrong." "Then why did you abandon us? Do you know Mom would always stare blankly at the photos you took with her?" Felix knew it was his parents in those photos, but Evelyn had specifically edited the photos Harry was in so that he couldn't see what his father looked like. He paused before continuing, "Mom always said you'd come back for us! And that when the time came, not only would you take us to a beautiful house, but you'd also make Mom a pretty bride!

I want to hide. His question stings, hitting me square in the chest. Of course, I have parents. Everyone, at some point, has parents. But one is screwing a guy in the mansion while her mate withers away and dies. All while I get to watch it happen. The moment she is free, she will reject my father so he can no longer be tethered to her. And If he survives the rejection, he will finally heal. “Yes.” “And do they not work?” I shake my head. “That is none of your business.”

BACK TO THE MANSION After about three hours of appearances, and misunderstandings, Harry began to allude to his relatives telling them that he felt bad about his parents' absence, so no one forced him to stay longer, this served to keep him from continuing to pretend along with Diane. "What do you think your family thinks Harry, will they accept me?"

We connected immediately, as if the universe had designed him just for me. But when I introduced him to my parents, things didn’t go as smoothly. They disapproved from the very beginning. To them, Felix didn’t fit into our world. He wasn’t rich, didn’t come from a well-known family, and at the time, he didn’t even have a job. They couldn’t understand what I saw in him.

I know my parents must be crying and cursing the moon goddess for my existence cause I'm the total opposite of what you will call a good princess or a good well-mannered child. "He's not my mate, I reject him." I blurted out, staring at my parents, who couldn't believe what I just said. I've been forced to be mated to different men, my father would do anything to make sure that I get married to continue his legacy but I just see all of that as being ridiculous. "That's ridiculous. She's in no position to choose or reject." The prince raised his voice in shock and disbelief, his apples bobbed up and down hard in a nervous manner.

Both my parents look down at the ground. “That was a bit harsh,” Caleb remarks, his fur going down. “You were not forgotten.” “I have walked these streets for months. I have been to clubs, malls, and school. Never once was I called Princess, bowed to, or asked for a picture. How was your walk from the plane to the car Caleb?” I ask. Caleb looks down too. “Sweetheart,” Finch whispers in my ear. “Calm down.” “I promise to forgive you and to never mention is again, but you must do the same for Anderson, Carter and Finley,” I demand. “No one finds out what neglectful hateful parents you were to me, no one outside of this room finds out I was rejected by the triplets.”