Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Stargate Fanfiction

I bent the doorknob, checking in to see what was going on. To my surprise, two people were making out. I wanted to close the door and exit until something made me stop. The guy below the girl was wearing Harry's favorite shoe. I know it's his. No, it can be him. Harry can never do this. What the hell am I thinking? I shook my head off those thoughts to think straight but the girl turned her face to me with a smirk after noticing my presence. What the hell is she... God this whore can never change.

Two Brothers. One Soulmate . Chapter 42: a team. a family . “You okay?” asked Harry as he threw his shirt in the hamper before stripping out of his pants and doing the same. “Yeah,” replied Saint, “I’m just thinking is all.” Harry turned to look at Saint who had his arm now covering his eyes; the older had moved himself to the center of the bed. “Are you having second thoughts?”

The fact that Philip forced him to bow to that insignificant fly made him want to kill them. No matter how much both of them wanted to destroy something, Phil tried as much as he could to make Coal see reason. They had to wait. Coal wanted to roar again but before he could, they heard a howl that Phil would recognise anywhere even without being told who it was. He knew that voice. His heart knew. "That's Star. Did Hari come looking for us?" Phil asked Coal and using magic, he warped space and within seconds, he found himself before Hari.

Sean exclaimed, stopping Alastor from charging after the idiot and start a fight, “Mate or not, you're still dealing with a goddess!” “Dude... this is not your first date with a girl, you know?” even Harry, of all fucking people, somehow looked disappointed as he lingered by the doorway–and Alastor felt himself growing even more embarrassed at that. “You mind your own business–”) ...ahem, anyway–

Liam was ready in front of it and saw a man walking out of the portal alongside his thousands of ravens. "Let's go," Heinrich said, gesturing with his chin at the portal. Liam nodded at him, and then he started to send his mind to Harriet telepathically. [I'll now cross the spatial gate. I'll go alone, so you'll be safe here with our army. When I get to Almandine, I'll try to pass my mind again. We'll see if the distance affects this telepathic ability.] [Got it, stay safe, Milord.]

Henry nodded in agreement. "Pardon?" Henry's expression conveyed his confusion. "Did you forget that your mother, Arya, will be furious if she sees Ms. Hart here with you?" Henry tried to intervene, but I stopped him. "I couldn't care less about what she thinks. I'm done being their son when they're plotting against me. Now go, do your job." He flinched at my words as he opened the portal. The room was bathed in the glow of the portal light before it abruptly disappeared.

Harry's father isn't kept in his room like I thought he would be. Instead, we walk down to the dungeons and I start to wonder why Harry would keep his father there. But its unlike any other dungeon, it's deep and it doesn't have gates. Instead, it's an iron door with four guards in front of it. Harry dismisses the guards, and he opens the door. I watch him as he does so. Once the door is opened, Harry is the first to step in, and I follow suit.

"And you’ll need a Thorne to stabilize the friction." ​Damian took my hand. We weren't the "Debt-Bride" and the "Heir" anymore. We were the Signatures. ​The Approach to the Threshold ​The flight to the L1 Stargate was instantaneous. The Vane-Thorne didn't fly; it Folded. One moment we were in the green-tinted air of the Sahara, and the next, we were staring into the heart of a spinning, silver-blue vortex that looked like the iris of a cosmic eye.

The air inside the Great Hall was thick enough to choke on. It didn't just smell like ozone; it tasted like the end of the world. High above, the Star-Gate whirled like a hungry mouth, its white and gold light casting long, distorted shadows across the silver floor. I looked at Sarah. My little sister. The girl I had protected from the darkness of our father’s shadow for years, only for her to be turned into a puppet for a man who didn't even see her as human.

I barked harsher than I intended to and watched the boy’s bony face scrunch up with confusion before the lines of his angular face went hard and he bowed low, before disappearing into the darkness. I turned slowly, feeling the sheen of the dark orange stone walls bleed into my eyes as I watched the somber-faced men, before waving a hand in dismissal. I couldn't afford to close the gates now. It wasn’t like I needed the tadpole anyway, I could do without him. Nothing would spoil the plans I had carefully schemed with Hagrid. I marched back toward the staircase, feeling the press of claustrophobia I had felt earlier climb higher up my throat as my vision blurred around the edges before we brok