Harry Potter Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I wish I could say the same for myself. Mirja, my mate, was still in a coma. Harry, James’ warlock friend, finally figured out what was wrong with her. She was trapped inside her mind. So, everything she saw felt natural to her. The only way to break it was to go inside to convince her it wasn’t real. I volunteered myself, but Harry refused. He felt he would be more experienced if something happened. So here I was, pacing back and forth at her door. Harry insisted I stay out of the way so he could concentrate. I said-well Alexi told him he was out of his witchy mind if he thought he was leaving his mate alone with another man.

He calmly said like I was talking to someone with no emotions. "What? I am fighting for that girl...I mean...what if...just what if your friend finds out? You were meant to take care of her not fuck her" I announced on top of my lungs and Harry leans back to his chair. He looked like someone in his savage era totally looking at me like I have lost it. "I intend to make her mine..." He hadn't complete his statement when my hand pushed the cabbage in my hand inside his mouth. "You're a Pedophile"

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.

Because i was shut by a quick peck and i was too shocked to realise it. His intense brown eyes bore into my hazel ones as i could feel his minty breadth on my lips. My heart was gone and i was dead. I was so dead, that i didn't realised how i leaned to his lips and just kept it above his. His hand wrapped around my back and with another he traced my jaw as his lips sucked mine. He pulled me closer or it was me who pushed myself to him, i did not knew. I only knew that i was getting addicted by his touches. Or i might already have, by the way i was using his hairs to pull him down and stood in my tip toes to not let the spell broke.

Regrets started to drown me in. Ty laughed and I quickly focused my attention back on him. "So that is why he has been searching for Harry Potter books! You turned him into a Harry Potter lover." "A Potterhead!" I gave her a disapproving look. Muggles, smh. "Yeah, whatever you call it." He rolled his eyes, clearly did not care, and I shot daggers at him.

You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make till the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the gods above Can separate the two of us I hummed softly along and he looked over at me. "Big fan,huh?" "No, just one of them." I pulled over into the parking lot. "Who's this unlucky guy?" "One, he's not unlucky. Two, it's Harry." We walked towards my locker. "Harry Styles?" "No," I rolled my eyes at him. "Harry Potter." "Haha, really funny." He said as I slammed my locker shut. I turned on my heels and coffee spilled on my shirt. Way to start Friday morning. "Watch the hell where you're going." The voice barked.

As I touched his skin, he fell under the enchantment, and I began to manipulate the situation, creating a narrative. What Henry believed was happening was me tearing off his clothes and kissing him intensely, allowing him to fulfill all the fantasies his distorted mind projected. I sat in the corner of the room, watching the comical scene before me, where he touched himself, thinking it was me. “Alpha, we need a word!” Harry's voice, the beta, echoed through the door. I bit my lips in anger; the magic was delicate, and any change could break the spell. I messed up my clothes and hair and threw some water on my body, pretending to be sweaty. Furthermore, I stayed close to Henry, who seemed to

she was shocked and all the colour left her face when she felt that Harry removed her underware, before she could react, he already placed himself on her entrance, this caused her fear to increase, when he entered inside her without even giving her the worning, he was so rough, she can never imagine this, while Harry didnt care about this, he started to thrust himself inside her so fast, she started to scream, this was her first time, she never thought about anyone other then Harry, not even once, she never even though the person she loved so much did this to her, she started to cry and shout in pain, she can never feel anything other pain, this pain is too much for her, she was never hurt,

I bit out, adding a huff like the annoyed spoiled child Harry had said I was. "Oh, I am" He said with a confident smirk and I just wanna smash his head on the dinning table "But I won't, only if...." His eyes fell lazily to my lips "You kiss me" My insides quivered upsettingly. "You kiss me and I return the wine" He clarified and dropped his lusty gaze to my lips again. "Harry...." I called and took in a quick deep breathe in "Don't....do this" I was saying that even when my insides are slowly melting down.

“I’m not touching that. I’ll get tetanus or something.” Harry glanced over at me with a flat, unimpressed look. “And you think I’m going to touch it?” I tried to stare him down. “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who wanted to be the hero. So go ahead and be the hero, Harry. Open it. Don’t let me stand in your way.” Harry looked at the knob, then at me, then back at the knob, and the devil grinned. I expected something stupid like ‘open sesame’ or ‘alohomora’. But nope, he had to be dumb but piss me off at the same time as well.