Novel & Cerita Horace Harry Potter

“And we have magical reinforcements, many of which will be on their way here shortly. Witches with skills in healing and warding. They will help secure this location.” “That’s good. Look,” Rohan ran his hand through his hair. “We found two… zombies,” he didn’t like using the word. “Wandering around the houses. These ones were more… like people. We secured them. You said that you have a cure?” “Me,” Harry said with a smile. “I believe I am the cure.” “Thank you, Harry,” Talen said with a slight nod of his head. “The vampire blood of my line is a cure for this disease, and Harry is one of my children.”

Grainne was about to refuse when Harry scrambled to reply first: "Very good! Mommy, Uncle William, I'm starving!" As he said that, he rubbed his small belly. As if wanting to prove that what he said was true, his small stomach immediately made a few rumbling sounds. The boy had been working all afternoon, now he was really hungry. Grainne didn't refuse anymore, and led Harry into Liam William's car, "What are we going to eat?" Harry excitedly said: "Mom, I want to eat spicy hot pot!" Grainne immediately protested: “No, didn't I say it last time? Spicy hot pot can only be eaten once a month.” "But Harry wants to eat..." Harry said, lowering his head sullenly. Liam William pulled out his phone

Matthew patted his shoulders “We found you…. safe and sound. Nothing else matters.” “That’s right… if you don’t remember us, we can re-introduce ourselves…” Harry too nodded although his eyes misted; he blinked away the emotions as he feigned a smirk and chuckled “At least you can get to know us without the embarrassments of our youth.” Jerome smiled through misted eyes as he stretched his hand “I don’t know who I am but you seem to know me by the name Jerome… so Jerome it is.” “I am the invincible, Harry Wheeler.” Harry introduced himself without a shred of modesty.

After parting the curtain a little in an unnoticeable manner, Harry peeped to see if he could recognise anyone. At first, all he could see were three teenage boys in a hoodie. Later when he began to pick words from the conversation, he realised there was only a masculine in the trio; the others appeared to be feminine. This was vindicated when one pulled her hoodie off her head, and shaked her hair. It was a short bub, and Harry couldn't remember where he'd seen this person, but he was sure the face was familiar — he just couldn't place it right.

My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace. Reaching the seventh floor corridor, I paused outside the Room of Requirement, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Then, with a trembling hand, I knocked three times. The door swung open and there he stood - Harry Potter himself, glasses glinting in the candlelight. His black hair was messier than usual, like he'd run his fingers through it a hundred times. The white shirt hugged his lean chest and his dark jeans clung to his hips. He was gorgeous.

he commanded. I knew his reputation. Horace was ruthless. He didn't just win games, he broke people. If I didn't obey, he might throw me back out to the hallway where Harold's friends were waiting to humiliate me. I moved closer, my legs shaking until I was standing right in front of him. Horace stood up. He was a giant, towering over me, radiating a heat that smelled like heavy black musk and raw power. For a split second, his eyes softened as they traced the curves of my body, but then they sharpened into a dark, disgusted frown.

Thamus said excitedly, "Horace, you're finally here! If you were any later, these pieces of trash would have tried to pull something!" Horace smirked as he said coldly, "Don't worry, the pieces of trash from third-grade worlds will never amount to anything in front of us. They'll always be our prey!" Looking at who it was, Robert's expression stiffened. That nonchalant attitude of his had completely evaporated as he said, "It's actually this guy!" Horace was someone who was among the stronger warriors from second-grade worlds. He was ranked in the top three of his holy grade clan! His skills were incredibly powerful. All the warriors present had heard of Horace before.

He stopped just short of me, his presence crackling like lightning in the air. “Because I have known you,” he said softly. “Not you exactly—but every life before you. Every incarnation of your bloodline.” My breath seized. “What are you talking about?” “I am not a student at Blackmoor,” Harry said finally. “I am not even supposed to exist here. I am the first cursed immortal—the one who defied the gods and paid the price in eternity.” The words sank into me like stones. My knees weakened. “Immortal…?”

"Please?" "Wrong." I turned my head away again. "Abracadabra?" I shook my head. "Ugh! Clue?" "Harry Potter." "Avada Kedavra?" I scowled at him. "Kill me, why don't you?" He pressed his fingers to his forehead. "That's the only one I know." "VulneraSanentur." I finally answered. "Because you wound me." Colton sent a flat look. "Get out."

Horace’s POV. “Alpha Hora—.” A disgusting voice came out of nowhere, paused before apologizing quickly. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Alpha.” “Oh fuck.” I growled, not even caring to hide my frustration. Elena quickly pulled away from me. And just like that, I had lost another perfect chance. “I’m so sorry, Alpha Horace. Uhm, I didn’t know you were— busy.” The voice pleaded. I turned to look at the idiot who spoiled such a perfect moment for me. He was an acquaintance whom I had come across a few weeks back.