Harry Potter Swearing Novels & Stories

"He is. He's the dad." "I noticed how you looked at each other. You were holding you're tummy whenever he was around you know." He chuckled at that then went silent after that. "Fucking asshole." Harry sounds so pissed and his knuckles turns white with the force he's using to grip the steering wheel. Harry hardly ever swears since my adoptive dad never liked it and since we were always around him, we kept it at a minimal. So we never swore to prevent the slip ups. "Will you tell him?" He glances at me for a second before his attention is back to the road.

{Harry} I laid on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and blinking. The last words Diane threw at me before stomping off kept ringing like a big time disturbing curse in my head. 'Fuck you, Harry' I sat up sharply, grabbed my phone and started to tap on the screen to find her name. I swear to God, the girl is a bad witch.

She was regarding him patiently, a clipboard in hand, not interrupting him as he ranted. “What’s going on?” I asked. “This lady,” he choked, “tells me she is going to give me a shower. I told her I don’t fucking think so.” “Language,” I admonished. He had started cursing more since he woke up, and I wondered if it was another subtle change to his personality. His anger flared fast and he started swearing. Again, it reminded me of the man he had been, and I didn’t like it.

Joshua, who clearly knew what I was capable of, found it difficult to speak. That was how cowardly my cousin was; he acted high and mighty in public, sullying the Wright name, but he was just a useless person who didn't even take his studies seriously and knew nothing about business. He was a typical waste of space. “Let go of my friends; I will tell my dad, and he will tell grandfather what you are doing,” Joshua said, his attempt at a threat as ridiculous as ever. A disturbing noise sounding like a howl from a pig that was being slaughtered echoed through the parking lot. I didn't even blink as I stared at the man who was writhing on the ground in pain with both of his wrists bent at an un

It was because he decided to let me out of his hook. He stared down at me with his eyes still boiling in anger. "Since you don't want to talk, I would spare you just for today," he said. I was breathing heavily as I held the injured part. I was staring at my blood as it dropped slowly and touched the floor. I lifted myself slowly and stood straight, almost meeting Harry's height. "You know what?" Harry asked. "Fuck you!" He kissed his teeth and shook his head. "Fuck you! And fuck you!" He cursed.

I cussed before gulping down a large quantity. “What do you mean? I've heard you're capable of casting spells, but aren't you capable of casting lethal spells?” Henry inquired, his tone low and his eyes narrowed at me. His question got me laughing hard and drunkenly. “What the f*** are you bastard? Is that supposed to be a joke or what? Cuz it ain't damn funny!” “I didn't mean to offend you. There's no need for you to yell. I'm sorry if I did offend you”

"I am what I am, an' I'm not ashamed. 'Never be ashamed,' my ol' dad used ter say, 'there's some who'll hold it against you, but they're not worth botherin' with.'" — Rubeus Hagrid, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy For once, I wanted to kick myself for being an ass. I had let my emotion got the best of me. Every time someone mentioned my parents, especially my dad, I wanted to bang my head on the wall.