Harry X Voldemort の小説・ストーリー

Even though it's just a fist, Harry believes there is a special power that can paralyze anyone who is hit. Several minutes passed, attack after attack was still able to be pushed over by Harry, making the man who was leading the mission approached and ordered his men to step aside. He faced Harry one on one. Harry increased his guard. He prepared himself by rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and coat. "It's good when you're ready to face me, Harry. I'm glad that I finally got to face you. " "Do not talk too much! I will not tolerate you. If there's even one thing in my room to break, then I won't forgive you at all. "

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

“Plotting? If I were this Ivy, don’t you think I’d have done a better job than letting a snake like you sit across from me?” Harry’s jaw ticks. He’s losing patience. Good. That’s where he makes mistakes. He slams his palm down on the table, leaning closer, his breath hot, his voice almost a growl. “Admit it. Just say it, damn it. I know that scar. I know your voice. I know you.” His intensity rattles the air between us. My heart is racing, but I don’t blink. “Sounds like you’re haunted, Harry. Maybe by guilt. You know what they say—murderers see their victims everywhere.”

Sleep eluded me that night. Every time I closed my eyes, his face materialized: those storm-gray eyes, that cruel, beautiful mouth. The way he had looked at me, as if I were something he yearned to shatter, or devour. I struck the thin mattress beneath me. "Stop it," I hissed, my voice a ragged whisper. "He called you a half-blood like it was a disease. He's not your enemy. He's not anything."

"Well, fortunately, Harry has no idea that wolves are actually people." Tbc

Harry replied calmly. "What about Felix's death? Don't you feel the slightest remorse, guilt, or even heartbreak?" Henry kept his gaze fixated on Harry's face. However, he didn't detect any of the emotions he'd just mentioned. It surprised him. He had only met Felix several times, yet he still felt upset upon hearing about his death. How did Harry manage to be so indifferent? Could it be that he was already incapable of having such emotions? Harry merely averted his gaze and said flatly, "Even if I feel heartbroken or remorseful, I can't change anything now that things have come to this."

" My friend Harry is back in town. I'm going to see him," I said. Harry was a vampire, too. He was my loyal servant for years. His father was the king's right-hand man. When I left the vampire clan, he did as well. " The hot model we visited in Aspen?" Yorna seemed excited. I nodded. Yorna had the hots for Harry. After leaving Yorna on campus, I ran to the forest close to the Golden Stone pack. That was where Harry was residing, with permission from the alpha there.

So I got myself a spot and sat down as thoughts of what might be happening between the two filled my head. I felt bad. I felt like I was all alone in the world even though there was loud music deafening my ears from the background. “Hey, kyle who invited you?” I heard an unfriendly familiar voice say. I lifted my head to see that it was Harry, boyfriend to Bella. Many believe that Harry will become one of the greatest warlocks as soon as he clocks eighteen and as such, they see him and Bella as a power couple. Unlike Bella, Harry is calmer and a bit friendly but I know better than to engage him in a chat as that could provoke his over a possessive girlfriend.

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!”

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.