روايات وقصص ضمن Harry Surrenders To Voldemort Fanfiction

The blade hovered between us like a promise. “You can resist as much as you want. You can curse me. You can hate me. You can even try to fight. But in the end… I always win. And when you finally surrender, it will be because you wanted to. Because you could no longer resist what I awaken in you.” I sheathed the knife and stood up. I looked down at her, tied up, marked by the thin cut, breathing hard, her eyes blazing with hatred and something far more dangerous. “Sleep well, Liora Voss. Dream of me. Dream of the moment when your resistance finally cracks.”

He was like a bird and I was the owner but then he was all I have and I would rather be in pains just to make sure that my pretty, innocent bird doesn’t die. It was meant to go on just like that not until when he clocked 13 and I clocked 11. That was the last of him I could remember not until I bumped into him yesterday. And like a thunderstorm, all I could remember was when he said, ‘I, Dumbledore Voldemort, rejects you as my mate!!’

The accusatory tone in the question left her tongue-tied. Harry closed his eyes dramatically, hiding the pain that immediately surfaced. The glimmer of hope that he was wrong vanished. Velia answered honestly through her expression. She presented the truth that Harry desperately wanted to reject. “For seven years,” Harry winced in pain. Hurt and heat competed to tighten his chest. “It was all in vain, wasn't it?” Harry's unstable mental state was shaken. His sanity wavered, and he tried to contain the surge of emotions. The newly discovered truths brought forth both emotions and a cloud of tears.

' This statement stabbed directly into Harry's mind, continuously disturbing his thoughts and plunging straight into his heart like a sharp knife. "I... I strangled... her?" His eyes turned blank, voice choked, confirming the agony in Harry's heart. Vincent nodded firmly, "That's why I have to restrain your hands to prevent a similar situation. You have to stay here and wait for the antidote. Trust her, Harry." Harry leaned back against the bed and curled his body. He lowered his head into his arms like a child silently enduring the pain, his hoarse voice repeatedly uttering one sentence, "I strangled her."

I glare at him. “What is it going to take to get you to drop this?” I ask, grumbling. Harry pretends to think but the glint in his eyes tells me I won’t like the answer. “I’ll stop talking in exchange for a kiss.” He smoulders down at me and for a second I’m stuck staring into his eyes as his magic powers through me. I have to work not to shiver. Finally, I force myself to take a step back. “Absolutely not.” I glare at him and begin marching my way towards work, towing Harry along by our still joined hands as he laughs until he nearly cries. "

I asked. “No, Shannon.” He closed the distance between us, eyes hollow. “I see the misery I have wrought in her. All the pain my work has born.” He tucked a tendril of hair behind his ear. It rustled faintly, like the serpent crown of before. He watched me shiver. He reached out his hand, ran his fingers through my hair. I was too jarred to pull away. “I see myself in you.” “No! You are not the Voldemort to my Harry Potter!”

Harry says. "It is not good enough for me! I want you to convince him! If he does not marry me in three days, you will die. I will keep this spell on you until Xavier is my husband," I say. I let go of him, and I kicked away his knife. I kept my grip on him until we left the house to return to the club. I walk in front of Harry. It does not look too good. I know it is because of the pain of the spell. However, the next moment, I fell to the ground. I feel the burning of the knife in my back.

“There is no ‘us’. Never has, never would be. I'd rather be exiled than be with someone like you." "Wrong words." Harry snarled, "You are not giving me much of a choice!" he spun, grabbed a porcelain vase from the nearby shelf - painted with gold moons - and smashed it on the floor. Time stood still. I stared in shock, heart beating fast in my chest. Harry suddenly screamed. “How could you? That was Luna’s collection! Are you insane? Is this supposed to be revenge?” No, no, no, goddess, please no. I dropped to the floor to gather the pieces, but it was too late.

The alpha growled loudly, “I don't care about your motivations, only your actions!” “Be on alert…” I whispered, feeling the warmth of his body. I sighed as he approached, brushing his lips. Furthermore, I closed my eyes, missing him. Furthermore, I opened my eyes, looking at him and sensing his reluctance. His eyes were different and clearer, indicating there was something he wanted to say despite his resistance. A bang echoed behind me. I turned my head, finding Harry invading the room and breaking the spell, with Agatha smiling by his side. I think I shared the vision because Harvey smiled.

Their kiss was slow at first, a tentative exploration, but it quickly deepened, becoming something darker, hungrier. Selena gasped softly as his hands slid down to her waist, pulling her closer. Her robe slipped further, pooling around her hips as his fingers traced the curve of her spine. He lifted her effortlessly, his grip firm and possessive, and carried her to the bed. The world outside faded into nothingness. Back at the Den The Den was chaos. Harry paced near the open tomb, his hand raking through his hair. “This doesn’t make any sense,” he muttered, his voice tight with frustration. “This place is warded, guarded—how the hell does a body just disappear?”