Harry Potter Technology Genius Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide. “You’ve actually seen Harry fucking Potter?!” “I’ve read it. I have kids and grandkids. I need to know the things they know. Besides, even though the author was a dumbass, it’s a pretty cool story.” Cyrus nodded, “it is, right?” He winked at me. “But don’t fucking worry. I’ll die first, so I’ll let you know what it’s like.” “Don’t make jokes about that!” April said, slapping Cyrus’ arm, who pretended to be more hurt than he actually was.

“Some of my sisters are just more… mmm… more passionate towards my cause than others. While, yes, I lost all my abilities, over the past few years, I learned a few tricks and made up for what I lost. For example, illusion is a powerful thing.” “Illusion? What do you mean, Iokaste? I’m sick of the games.” The facade of her beauty fades when she puts her hand on her hip. She snaps the whip with her other hand, letting it crackle electricity at my toes. “Mmm. Same. So let’s stop playing them.” I lean my chin on my hand. “Did you know that if you make friends with the God of Technology, he can help you make a sword that can create custom portals? And did you know, if you have the right abilities

"Harry is simply a pathetic person who can't get over the mistakes of his father. He's helped us out in achieving the destruction that we wanted. Now that Robin and Andrew have broken up, you will show up as the knight in shining armour and save your pretty damsel in distress. Who knows, she might just fall in love with you." The noise in the cafeteria got worse and I struggled to hear them and take the video recording without them noticing, so I leaned closer to get a better view of them. "How do you plan to do that?" "We've both only done all these things indirectly. Harry's been the one doing all the hard work, it's pretty easy to throw him into the lake of fire now. The day after tomorro

I was still clinging to Dylan's back, while Merri was getting tired of chasing us who were walking fast. I can't meet humans in these conditions, firstly, because I'm naked. And secondly, because I have long dark blue hair! Anyone who saw this hair would have linked me to the Mountravven noble family, and I couldn't have it! What if in this fantasy world, there is a wiretapping device that can be inserted into the brain, then arranged like chips that control human movement programs? Of course through an ancient magic item like the green ring that Hayden has which acts as his computer? This is not impossible because this world is a fantasy world.

Harry continued to do all sorts of things during the meal to please Olivia. Grainne didn't find out until today that Harry had a talent for girls. Looks like this genetic is really strong, Harry must have inherited this essence from his father. After eating, Harry and Olivia ran upstairs to the second floor to play. Grainne has designed for Harry a toy room, in which there are many large and small toys, everything has, can be said to be Harry's treasure. Harry led Olivia into the toy room, closed the door, and played happily, not even letting Grainne and Halsey in. The two mothers had to go to the second-floor balcony to drink tea and enjoy the view.

The moment I realised that I couldn't find anything in Harry's eyes after I let him have me, I instantly remembered Tamar…and I feel exactly the same hatred her step brother had towards her from Harry to me… The tears trickled down my eyes in the shower as I remembered and reminisced about that one decision that took me from an aspiring nerd to just a Random girl on the streets of life.. I always thought my mum was capping a lot…at eighteen I realised it all seemed to be true ….. Once they ate the forbidden fruit their eyes were opened…. Harry just ….never loved me… I soaked in the pain and got out of the shower to get dressed…. I got done dressing and I started to curl up my hair.

"Your welcome, Mr. Potter. Ah, if you want to learn magecraft, I suggest that you sharpen your studies in math, physics and chemistry, and get to study arithmancy and runes in your next year. There will be new books available in the library soon that explain more about it." Erik said. Larry Potter nodded, already imagining his best girl friend's reaction at his mention of new books in the library, and was guided out of the office by Professor McGonagall. Director Bone waited for the duo to exit and close the door of the office, and turned to Erik. She then asked with some steel in her voice. "The boy was a Horcrux?" "Yes, and no." Erik answered. "What do you mean?"

“Done.” Staring at me, Harry threatened to kiss me, but I put my hands up, interrupting his advance. “Oh, darling, you wouldn't want your brother to notice that, would you?” I smiled innocently, pretending to be upset. “We'll have time for that later.” “Of course…” Harry reluctantly stepped back. “Where were you going?” “I want to see if this has any use when it comes to restraining the beast. I can control it, but who knows, maybe we can extract its strength and transfer its dominance to you!” I stared at him confidently.

Her eyes widen and she says, “Is that what Clarissa thinks that happened?” I frown and say, “Are you going to tell me that everything that happened was a fabrication?” She sighs and says, “Harry threatened to bomb the entire kingdom. He told me that if I didn’t help him cross the border, then he would blow it up. He told me that if I helped him, the deaths would be minimal. I never believed that he would kill your father or that Clarissa would die giving away all her magic, hiding yours. Even though I can see the future, I didn’t see that coming. I swear.”

It’s dangerous yet I find myself wanting those captivating eyes to never look away. It frightens me to my core and I panic. “My real name is Harry and I come from a hidden world known as Hogwarts. My grandmother is Gandalf.” I sound stupid, I’m so stupid. The fumbling words leave my mouth before I can control them. I expect confusion from him, or maybe he’d look at me like I am some weirdo, but…he laughs. He laughs out freely. The laughter stems deep from within him, rich with real cheerfulness. As always, I’m entranced by it. The wind picks up the sound fast, playing it in the air.