Harry Potter Uses His Money Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Harry's eyes suddenly brightened, already starting to imagine himself becoming a millionaire. He happily went through the formalities and transferred the entire 10,000 to Ivy's . "Satisfied now?" Glancing at the lawyer and Lilith, Harry sneered, "Look at you poor people, treating a mere 10,000 like a treasure." The lawyer smiled without saying a word.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

William argued. Harry clenched his fists. "What about the money I gave you? Isn't it enough to hire a nanny? Isn't it enough to provide him with a better living environment?" "What can that little bit of money do? I used it to pay off my debts…" William said indifferently. Harry sneered coldly. Forget it, what was the point of arguing with such a person? He couldn't get anything out of the argument anyway. What was important was to find Felix.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

**** Harry was coming over to my place to pick me up for our first date for this fake relationship. I have changed my outfits seven times, seven good times, all because of my date with Harry. He better appreciate my effort, gosh, I'm the one who needs his help. At the end I settled with something very simple since it's a first date. Knowing Harry and his tastes in things, he might pick a simple restaurant for this date. He does not like to spend much on things like that even when he's got lots of money he earns himself. His vehicles, his outfits, his phones, they show that he is not poor. To get those things, I would have to turn to my dad for help, but Harry obviously gets his things himsel

I shake my head- I am not going to let her foolish words bother me Soon we got home and … Harry, that sentimental fool, rushes toward Alora like a moth to flame. The guards try to stop him - they know better than to let anyone near those silver chains - it is highly refined silver that even I cannot afford to touch my skin. But Harry pushes through the guard with a strength I didn't think he still possessed even after his wolf has been lost "My little girl," he almost cries- eww, pathetic.

I was absorbed in browsing through gifts and didn't notice that there were fewer and fewer people around me. A server approached and handed me a glass of water. After politely thanking him, I brought the glass to my lips. The cup that should have contained plain water had a strange smell instead. I carefully identified it. Was that... abortion pills? Hadn't James arranged for professional service? How could they serve water like this to someone with an obviously pregnant belly? I calmly set down the water, feigning confusion. "Where's James? I've finished choosing. Please come and pay."

With or without his permission. When he recalled that he was holding something, he looked down to find only a gold medallion, which he released as it feels like his palm was burning, like an acid burn! Harry ran his scorched hand over the hay bed like he was been charred. He now went through the richness of the hay altogether. He then peeks glances towards Anna and showed his eyes onto the coins. Also, he knew better than to hold it again, he still had no heart to try hilding again since it burnt his hands and the pain was scorching hot. Seconds later, he seemed weak. He felt week.

With Harry’s intelligence, he would make something of his own. They would then live happily ever after, no longer suffering from the lack of money! Furthermore, Harry was dating a rich woman, and he probably got tired of living a frugal life as well. Even if it was for the few millions Sonia would get from the baby, Harry would get back with her. That woman, Dior, might as well get out of the way. Harry probably was in this relationship for the money! Harry would only love her, Sonia, and no one else!

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”