Novel & Cerita Harry Rides Dumbledore Fanfiction

Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore. Morgan raised his hand to wipe away her tears; he just couldn't keep seeing her crying so hysterically and heartbroken. But when she saw his action, she flinched and backed away from him with her eyes filled with fear. His pupils shrank violently as he stared at her. ‘She was afraid of him. Did she think he would hurt her?’ He thought.

Harry suddenly became serious. Emma, "..." After tending to his wounds, Emma gently brushed the injured spot and playfully whispered, "I've cast a spell. By tomorrow, it'll heal..." As Emma rose to her feet, Harry softly grabbed her hand, pulling her close into an embrace. Burying his face in her shoulder, his hair tickled her neck, "Where do you think you're going?" "I need to go home. My parents are waiting for me." She didn't dare push him away for fear of touching his wound.

Harry was sitting on the bed, flashing his smile. "You!" Sarra was quite surprised to see her. "What are you doing here?" Sarra approached Harry, who remained unmoved in his place. "About the promise," he replied lightly. "What promise?" Sarra snapped quickly. "Are you pretending to forget or do you really want to run away from me?" Harry stared at him intensely. Stupid Sarah. He was the one who said he would return Harry's feelings if he succeeded in getting Lerina healed, and this was sooner than he should have.

As he noticed how silent Dior had been, Harry coldly declared, “If you’re done, go back and stop following me.” With that, he walked past her. Dior looked at his back and, in a panic, bit her lip and clutched her stomach, starting to cry. She plastered a pained expression as she grunted, “Harry Cogen, my stomach hurts. I’m dying… Can you send me to the hospital?” Harry looked at her sloppy act. “Stomach-ache?”

ANN “Let’s go make some vanilla pancakes. Anything to ease up the tension.” “Okay, I will change into something more comfortable and meet you downstairs.” Whatever Harry meant earlier by asking me to learn how to love him instead, I was glad he didn’t push the conversation further. Once I learn how to stop loving Duke, no other man will ever have access to this heart again. I changed into a loose home outfit and went downstairs. Harry was already in the kitchen, measuring flour into a bowl. One thing about him, he could cook almost anything perfectly, baking included.

“We will be fine. Be like Derek and focus on the road.” Derek grunted. Great. Another caveman. At least he was a reliable one. “I should text Jake and tell him to clear my search history, just in case I do not make it back alive,” Harry muttered to himself, his hands flying across his keyboard. “Your search history?” Hilda blurted, her face stoic. Harry froze and turned comically slow to look at his mate. “I swear it is not what you are thinking.” Hilda blinked once at him and then turned her head to look outside the window.

She said. "Whatever it is, I am ready." James walked to his drawer and brought out a spell book and a wand. "You don't really need your spell book." Zephyra said. "It is just a small spell." James wasn't disappointed. He needed someone of royal blood to permit him to cast a spell. He needed it desperately. "I want you to help me make some fushes appear so my father thinks that I caught them." "But wouldn't that be wrong?" "Will you cast the spell or not?" Zephyra made that sound as respectfully as she could.

DK chimed in, "No need, I'm heading out anyway. I'll drop her off, and your driver can pick her up later." "We don't know what might happen. What if Harry shows up?"Kyle said DK's eyes locked onto Kyle's. "You, of all people, know Harry only appears when I sleep." So, Harry emerges when DK sleeps, and vice versa The intensity of their debate unsettled me. "Actually, I'd prefer the driver to take me," I stated firmly. Kyle and DK turned to me in unison, their gazes piercing. I took a step back, creating distance.

Had the universe not accidentally sent her to Sebastian's room… "You're intoxicating, Dr. Fey. Even when you swear at me, it makes me dizzy. And now, can you drop the act? I know you had fun with another man last night. You're not some sacred virgin anymore… So how about you let me enjoy what you enjoyed last night?" Harry loomed closer with a lopsided grin. "If you don't like having an audience, just say the word. I'll have them close the door. No one will disturb our happy ending."

Kael’s jaw tightened. Harry chuckled low, stepping closer to me. “Good, tell them, own it. You are not their doll to control. You are fire, and fire cannot be caged.” Headmistress Morwen slammed her staff against the floor, magic crackling in the air. “Enough!” she roared. “Aria Blackwell, you are hereby—” “Try it,” Harry cut in, his tone soft but deadly. The air in the hall froze. Even Headmistress Morwen stood still,her eyes narrowed at him.