Harry Potter Ukrainian Ironbelly Novels & Stories

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

He is always over her like a cloak. His name is Harry Corna. "Master" she called and quickly grabbed the towel to cover herself up. Harry scoffed and moved closer to her,his eyes unreadable as usual. Bethel had her eyes down immediately. "Is your body made of gold? What part of your body had I not seen?" Harry asked,menacingly and Bethel hastily loosen the knot on her towel. The towel fell freely to her feet while the unfeeling eyes of Harry stared at her body, lustfully.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:12 AM Erik commented and continued to watch, as an eerie and raspy voice ordered Quirrel to 'use the boy'. Quirrell then ordered the boy to look at the mirror. Mr. Potter then stood in front of the mirror and Erik paused again. He quickly positioned himself behind the boy and 'unpaused' the memory. He watched as the boy's reflection took a red ruby-like stone from its pants' pocket, showed it to him, gave him a wink and put the stone back in the pocket. Mr. Potter then, as sneaky as an elephant in a china store could be, checked his pocket and noticed the bulge in it. But the stupid professor didn't seem to notice.

On the one hand, she was afraid of hurting Olena, on the other hand, she didn't want to hurt the baby in her belly. Crack! Just as Stacy was racking her brain to think about how to explain it to Olena, the door was pushed open. Stacy and Olena looked at the door almost at the same time. Harry stepped in with a suit on his arm. The collar of his shirt was loosely open, revealing his delicate collarbone, blue stubble on his chin, and dark circles under his eyelids. He didn't seem to have a good rest. Unlike his usual high-spirited self, he looked a little tired.

"When I first met you, I thought you would wake up one day and murder me in my sleep or something" Another loud laugh rang in the room. "Oh. Nice. Nice" Harry said with his sarcastic tone and playful smile "What other nice truth do you have in mind about me?" I smirked "You're bad boy" He laughed, the sound low, deep and beautiful. I had to save it in brain box. "I am a good guy" "You are?" I touched the inside of my cheek with tongue. He was now smiling with his mouth opened a little "Yeah, I am. I am a good guy"

“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.

I’m unable to breathe, fear licking down my spine as he chokes me. “I’ve been too kind to you Bellatrix.” He chuckles darkly, a sinister glint in his eyes. “I shouldn’t have been, you don’t respond to my kindness, you respond to my anger.” “I won’t make the mistake of being nice to my slave again.” He declared.

HE can't do that yet. The more unexpected for HIM was her reaction. She grinned, wide, brazenly so, and hissed just like a cornered cat, narrowing her green eyes: "I swear to God I'll kill you first, Harry!" And added something else in Russian. Harry was taken aback. HE heard everything... And prayers. And promises to do anything. And threats that husbands-boys-dads-cops will find and finish HIM. But for a chained, unarmed, petty bitch to threaten to kill HIM?! This is something new! It's even interesting! Perhaps Dear Charlie was right for once - and she is amusing!

All of it mine. It was wonderful to have it. To know that someone was giving me their everything. The same way Ulrich had given me his everything. But Harland… “He is a bloody fucking fool,” Bellamy whispered beneath his breath. Eyed the whiskey in his glass with silent admonishment. Not the brand he enjoyed, I took it.

He pleads with me with a pouty face, and I let out a small smile before handing him the cup back. "Thank you, baby." He says, and I roll my eyes. He drinks the tea in less than five seconds and throws the cup on the floor, making a burning sound. "Fuck! What is in that stuff? It is so horrible. Ew!" Harry exclaims as he rushes over to the side table in the room and chugs on the water in the jug shamelessly. "Prussian blue seeds and water," I say in an amused tone, and he sets his jug on the table harshly to throw a murder glare my way.