Harry Stops Holding Back When Hermione Is Hurt Fanfiction Novels & Stories

As soon as he saw Carwyn Levi, Harry reached out to hug him, "Hu hu hu, Uncle Levi… Harry wants Uncle Levi to hold..." Harry was frightened by Joyce, and Carwyn Levi stepped forward and took him out of Grainne's arms. Carwyn Levi once again shouted at Joyce: "Let her go!" Joyce froze in fear, standing still. Carwyn Levi yanked her hand out of Grainne's lap and whispered to her, "Let's go."

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?”

“Hurt! Harry, you hurt me. Let go of me!” Harry walked over while still holding Debbie's hand tightly. “Where are you taking my friend?” Sandra can't stand still accepting Harry's rude attitude. “I have to borrow her for a minute, calm down, I'm not going to do weird things." Harry said casually, still pulling Debbie to come with him. "Harry, I told you to let go!!" The boy did not answer while Debbie continued to rebel. “I said, it hurt! You hurt my hand!” Debbie limped in Harry's footsteps.

I was too shocked to understand that I could have the policeman release his grip in an instant with a simple flick of my wrist. Hermione could hardly hear me as I repeated Ron's name till she was out of breath. I was tired of listening to the policeman say the same thing over and over. "You're powerless to change this, daughter; they've left. Remain back. You must assist her—your friend? She's having trouble breathing. You have to pay attention to me; she's on the verge of a panic attack." Hermione's skin was sickly white, and I had seen that she was on her knees, gasping for air. Refusing to accept the officer's hands, I bowed down to Hermione and lifted her off the cement surface.

The underwear landed directly on Alex’s head. He didn’t move a single muscle. “Hey, have you gone out of our mind?” Seeing that he hadn’t moved at all, Hermione gave him an annoyed look. However, Alex still didn’t move. “Something’s not right!” Hermione finally felt that something was wrong, and at this moment, her divine consciousness detected a flash of a figure to her left. It was Alex, with his daughter in his arms, rushing to the other side of the swamp. “A*shole, he deceived me!” Hermione exclaimed angrily before giving chase immediately.

She pulled him back forcing him to not move towards Liam again. “Leave me Amelia! Fucking bastard how dare he to manhandle you like that. I will kill him how dare he abduct you right from our company. Fucking bastard.” He again tried walking towards kneeling Liam but stopped when Amelia held him back. “Harry please relax. I will explain everything just calm down first.” Harry closed his eyes taking deep breaths. He was ready to pounce on Liam again but hearing his sister’s begging he finally stopped. “No. Don’t stop him. Come on Harry beat me more I deserve it. Don’t stop.” Harry narrowed his eyes at him gritting his teeth.

Alexander grabbed his collar angrily. “Keep your tone down” Harry removed his hand from him and said splitting fire. “This cheap characterless daughter of yours deserves not one but many slaps. In fact I wanted to kill this slut.” He moved forward and clutched her wrist hard. Her bangles broke due to his harsh treatment causing her to wince in pain. “Harry, you are hurting me”

"I hate you! I hate you so much! You monster! I hate you!" For a moment, Harry has allowed her to scream and beating but when her sob becomes too painful to hear, she holds both of her arms and shook her once, hard. "Stop it! You'll hurt yourself, Alice!" "No!" Again she pushes him away but he was prepared and easily let her go so none of them would get hurt.

Harry asked in pure anger dripping from his voice, "NO" I sniff, "He made himself clear before not to expect anything in this relationship and I made my mind on it, but I don't know why it's hurting like hell to me, why I am feeling pain when I see him with someone else," I choke out my tears again blurring my vision, "You know, I mean what I said before your not only best friend of Amore but sister to me, but I can't help you if you hide things from me," Harry takes my right hand in his assuring me,

Ezli's voice echoes with mine. "This is reality Hermione, you cannot run from it." He snarls, wrapping his hand more tightly around my arm. “You are hurting me Eros! Can you let me go!?” I ask nicely. “No, I won’t.” He says grinning widely. Swiftly, I unclasp his hand from my arm, twisting it painfully. He let out a shrilling scream, falling to the ground “Ahhhhhhh! Hermione! what have you done? You have broken my arm! Come back here slut, you broke my arm!” His cries fills the air.