Harry X Sirius Novels & Stories

Cheryl winced. “Yeah, and there was also Larry from the Pizza joint. He was mauled by an animal days after we hooked up, too," Katherine said while she pulled the pillow to her chest tighter. She never really through much of the incidents but now that she was talking about it with her friends it all seemed so strange and horrific. “Didn't Harry, the British guitarist, die of a similar faith?” Cherry asked. “Didn't he die too a day or two after you slept with him?”

Very soon, you’ll be bearing Harriet Xavier. Before I could stop myself, I caught her puzzled expression as her eyebrows shot up. "What?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. That’s when it hit me, I’d been lost in my thoughts. Clearing my throat, I replied, "I’m John Xavier, and I’m from the Silvermoon Pack." "Silvermoon Pack?" Harry exclaimed, his voice louder than I expected. "Mum once said we'd never, ever go to Silvermoon Pack," he added, speaking with a childlike honesty.

Sean exclaimed, stopping Alastor from charging after the idiot and start a fight, “Mate or not, you're still dealing with a goddess!” “Dude... this is not your first date with a girl, you know?” even Harry, of all fucking people, somehow looked disappointed as he lingered by the doorway–and Alastor felt himself growing even more embarrassed at that. “You mind your own business–”) ...ahem, anyway–

Dad asked, struggling to keep the wolf from showing in his eyes. “Yes, we need to find out and kill that fucking person. Or did you do something to someone?” Harry growled, making Stella flinch in her seat. She appeared pale and terrified. The girl was barely hanging on a thread and everyone hovered over her. I’m not sure why Harry dislikes Stella, but this is not the way to talk to someone. ‘Harry, one more word, and I will smack your head,’ I warned him in our mind link, making him gulp while Xander smirked.

Again, I heard Aunt Rose say: "Harry has been in prison for two years. You don't even know about his past? No one in this area knew how he was in the Cerberus Guild that day. Who would have hired that gypsy guy if it weren't for Miss Fortune, his mother's friend? The tattoo of a three-headed dog is still on his body. People will recognize and remember his biography no matter where he goes! Fortunately, he doesn't love you. To be honest, I disagree that you love him!" When Aunt Rose said that, she turned her head to look around. Terry was afraid of being seen by her, so he turned and hurried up the stairs, not expecting Harry to be standing upstairs looking at him. The whole story that Aunt R

"And now that you're finished with that trash... can we talk about this incredibly sweet scent of yours?" I found myself immobile. He knew. He knew I wasn't entirely human. "Who are you, really?" I whispered, my hands unconsciously gripping his shirt. “Xavier.” ***

Matilda asked worriedly seeing the shocked face of Hazel. “Hazel? Answer me?” Hazel snapped out of shock and whispered, “my husband.....” _____________ Harry opened the door to his house and saw few tall looking men outside. “Yes? How may I help you?” He questioned raising an eyebrow. “Where is young mr. Xavier?” One bulky looking man asked. Harry frowned in confusion, “who? Young mr? Are you talking about my little nephew? What’s your deal with him?” “We are here on order of Mr. Ferris to bring his son to him.” They spoke firmly with determination.

Gracie was surely scared of Niall when he got angry but seeing Jason's eyes darkening with pure rage was something that had her body feel chills in August. Sira closes her eyes to compose herself and smiles sarcastically, as she asked. "Oh, may I know your name?" Gracie could see how angry she was. Sira could almost cry and stab someone's throat at the same time. "Harold Corrigan. You can call me Harry." Harold grinned.

After the trial, when Sirius Black was asked about what he would do now that he was a free man again, he answered the following: "I would like to have a good talk with my godson, Harry, you know? To know him again. It was said to me that he is in his second year at Hogwarts and plays as a seeker for Gryffindor's team, so we at least have an ice breaker to start the conversation. I will continue my medical treatment in St. Mungos too. Eleven years of Azkaban left some scars on my body. After that? I don't know yet what I will do, but I read that Hogwarts will be hiring new Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers, so maybe I can get a job. Who knows?"

" Sirius' face hardened. Idiots? Did that imply he was an idiot? Grace's words were a direct insult. Albert smirked, enjoying Sirius' discomfort. This public defense of Frederick was exactly the humiliation Albert felt Sirius deserved. Suddenly, Wayne burst in with a flustered expression. "Mr. Sirius, there's trouble!" He hesitated as he saw the crowded office. Sirius was seeking an escape from this predicament and welcomed his interruption. He didn't care about the news or who heard it. Anything was better than this embarrassment. Sirius said calmly, "Speak freely, Mr. Harmon is not an outsider."