Harry X Snape Novels & Stories

Not even being around Aiden made me feel like this. Nauseated. "What's going on with you, Harry?!" Jane snapped coming to stand between us. "You've been acting rather odd lately". As if snapped from his stupor, his eyes blinked, traveling around the room as if he wasn't aware of where he was. Harry scratched behind his head laughing lightly. "Sorry, these days I hardly feel like myself. It is good to see you though Victoria. It's been a while" "Right," I say nodding, glancing back to the girls before turning to him. "Do you think we have a chance at killing Hades, Harry?"

He tightened his grip on her neck and leaned closer, his lips grazing her ears. "Ever heard the story of the rabbit and the snake? You'll be sorry, Harper. After I've ruined you, bit.. by.. bit," he whispered, his words deep and stinging, then he pushed her off and she gasped, falling on the floor. The look of horror on her face showed she knew Xavier meant every word. Xavier walked out of the room, and out of X-World Entertainment. He got into his car, ignited the engine and drove off.

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?”

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.

The torches dimmed, their flames curling inward like they were afraid. And then, silence. Not empty silence. Anticipation. A ripple passed through the chamber, and from the darkness at the end, a figure came in. Harry. His silver eyes shone, not with amusement this time, but with fury. He looked at the circle,at the shattered vial, at the fading glow of the runes. And, slowly, his eyes landed on me. “You broke it,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You dared.” I didn’t move. “I’m not yours.”

Ah lu said as he cut himself from continuing. Hearing this The whole student turned to look at professor Snapes to know what really happened. "well he is correct, there is no way they won't be a few hint in the ritual, it is only that they seems to be a reason while they are not following the hint, professor Snapes said.

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..”