Harry Potter Uses His Money Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I don't need to wear thick clothes because it's cold, nor do I need to bring a parasol because of the sun's sizzling hot Today, I will practice controlling wind magic particles so that I can fly using a broom-like in the Harry Potter movies. And at the same time, I'll search two wandering fairies who didn't report the progress of the task I gave them the other day and only ate blind salaries! Anyway, I was just thinking how pleasant this moment is, until, Hayden came to have breakfast together! 'Unlucky. Why does he want to have breakfast together after we often eat dinner together?'

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.

“We can’t afford it. High school education requires a lot of money. I don’t want to burden you.” Harry fell silent for a moment. Then, he clumsily wiped away my tears. “You don’t need to worry about all that. I’ll find a way. As long as I’m around, nothing is a big deal.” My face stung when his rough hand rubbed against my skin. The next afternoon, he took out a stack of hundred-dollar bills. “Use this for your school fees. I’ll give you extra money for your living expenses monthly.” The white light inside the shabby house was blinding. Harry looked pale, but his eyes shone bright.

In order to pay off the gambling debt, they decided to make use of Hazel. “Matt Crowe!” Harry was trembling with anger. “Your son owes a million dollars, so you want to sell my daughter to pay off the gambling debt for you?! You, you...” Harry had always been polite and wasn’t capable of swearing at all. Now, he was so pissed off that he was out of breath.

He patted his chest confidently as he muttered “I will take you there and personally introduce you. The master will take your case if you manage to convince him.” “I have money.” Harry eagerly added, looking like he was holding on to his lifeline “I can pay as much as he asks.” He scratched the back of his head with a sheepish grin “The master is a bit weird and has a weird temper. Unlike the rest of us, money does not seem to faze him.” “Oh….” Both Matthew and Harry let out a deflated sigh, although their insides were tightening with anxiety, like they had ten thousand butterflies in their stomach; they too knew a weird young master, well maybe not young anymore but had a weird temper and c

I could hear Wendy’s giggle in the background. I stared at my phone after he hung up, a slow smile spreading across my face. "Marcus, I realised I was wrong all along. I need a favor from you…” I pulled an old phone from a shoebox under my bed, charged it up, and scrolled to my brother's contact. I used to despise my family's obsession with money and status. But after being burned this badly, I'd learned something important: cold, calculating relatives weren't the worst thing in the world.

I was going crazy. Ryker, were you joking when you asked me to spend the remaining of my years with you? Was all he said a joke? I bumped my fist into my head and yelled into my elbow. Soon I drifted into a long slumber and when I woke up, harry was back. Harry and Bella were discussing. "She's awake," Bella announced to Harry who in turned shifted his attention to me. "Lily I made 500 dollars within a space of two days. Im trying right?" I nodded and smiled at him.

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.

I gasped, the words tasting like ash and iron, but my body betrayed me, arching deeper into the toy as the intensity grew. "Say it properly," he insisted, stepping closer. He reached out and tapped the underside of my chin, forcing me to meet his stare. "Tell me you are my possession. Tell me you are nothing more than my slave." "I am your... your possession," I sobbed, the humiliation burning hotter than the friction between my legs. "I am your slave, Draco. Please, just… give it to me." He chuckled, a low, humorless sound that vibrated in my chest. With a flick of his thumb, he slowed the vibrator down to a agonizingly sluggish, pulsed rhythm...

Chapter 10 . Sophie could hardly eat the food she ordered, she just twirls the fork around the pasta now and then trying to process what the hell she had just witnessed. What is the wizarding world of Harry Potter just happened to her? This couldn't be real. One of the richest men in the city doesn't just ask you to be their sugar baby all of a sudden then send you Five thousand dollars instantly. The reasonable part of her brain just went blank. Receiving this money means signing a deal with the devil himself. What if he has weird sexual fantasies? What if he makes her his sex slave? Or something worse?