Is Professor Snape Harry Potter's Father Novelas e Histórias

“I would like nothing more than to see the Lauchair's pack fall.” No, Snarl! All was painfully silent then. Several minutes seemed to pass before Stanley asked in a low and menacing voice, “Why?” “I wish to finish what my father started,” Snarl’s answer confused Hazel even more than everything else he had said. As far as she was aware, Snarl had never known his father. The man had died when Snarl was just a baby, and the Lauchair's had taken him in. It was one of the reasons why

Harry the is main reason why all this havoc is happening right now, if only he hadn't touched Scarlet that fateful night then the biological father of the kids will be vivid. But one thing is sure, he (Nicolas) is the father of those children and he will take full responsibility for them. "I'd rather date a pig than be with you Harry, so fuck off! You disgust me!" Scarlet uttered a profanity. "What?'" Harry angrily snarled and he folded his fists. "Hey, let's go in." Scarlet mutter to Fords instead. "Okay," Fords muttered, and they both walked towards the party hall together. Through the eyes of Scarlet, she saw how Sally was glaring madly at her.

"Doesn't Harry call you Dad?" "He has a father." "Then what does he call you?" "He doesn't call me anything." The relationship between him and Harry was peculiar, like father and son, like friends, like uncle and nephew. Harry depended on him a lot, but he never called him Dad. Charlotte fell silent, then turned to knock on the glass once more. "Poor thing, you've lost a wealthy old dad."

Harry spoke distantly. "Does it have a problem that he sees me here?" I asked. "Of course." he exclaimed. "He doesn't care about me. Neither of us, for that matter." He finished looking at the floor. That explained him being that way, so bipolar and unstable. "Your mother is beautiful, you look like her." I affirmed. "Wait until you see my father, they say I'm his copy." Harry said with a twinkle in his eye. And to get into the subject that gnawed at me, I delved into the questions.

Leo wanted to say something but Harry didn’t have time for his nephew’s guff, so he beat him into it. “He let you go all this time because he still considers you as his brother. He knew you are the one who drugged your father. He killed Lucas not only for his revenge but also yours. Think about this, do you think he wants to do anything with his father’s son from his mistress? You and your mother were the reason why his mother died. He didn’t do anything until you came into his life. Can’t you see?” Harry took a deep breath after he explained to Leo slowly.

According to him, it was no new thing and his major concern was his daughter. How to ensure she was free from this evil sucking her soul and becoming her. And being The Great Princess, according to his father, was news that had him surprised and puzzled. And a hybrid too? He was not aware of any other genes in the family. They were a long royal line of purebred witches or wizards. Or was he not well informed about his background? He would have to talk about that with his father and find out. The wizard's second-in-command and best friend was definitely not expecting everything he'd heard today. He was quiet because he was not directly involved or affected.

I couldn't dig deeper; my mind went blank, a blinding light appearing every time I tried to force the memories. "Alpha Kai Clawford," I said his name casually, clicking my tongue against the roof of my mouth. "Didn't he used to have a kid? I remember him visiting us back then, when I was younger." "Yes," Severus confirmed, his eyes fixed on mine. "He's Eleanor's father." My blood ran cold. I knew something was off with that woman. For all things good, can someone please help me understand why I'm married to my enemy's daughter? The thought was maddening, utterly illogical.

Everything was too much. “Aurelia,” he said gently, “people change. Over the years, my father’s frustration grew. Not being able to find you or your family drove him mad. He began visiting the dark ruins. Looking for a solution to the destruction that will come if the prophecy isn’t fulfilled. That’s when I believe he met *her*—the dark sorceress.” “...Sorceress?” I echoed, my voice trembling. He nodded grimly. “No one knows what she did to him. Maybe she cast some evil spell. But ever since he brought her home, my father... changed.”

Grainne said excitedly, "Harry, who do you think this is?" Harry glanced at Carwyn, disgusted, and replied, "Dad." Originally, when his father returned, Harry was overjoyed. But then he overheard his mother talking to the housekeeper, you know The name of the other father is just a fake. But for some reason, she couldn't expose him for the time being. So he had to collaborate with his mother. But since knowing the other's father's name is fake, Harry is no longer close to him, and rarely calls him father. Now, Harry thought Carwyn was still the fake dad. Grainne said, half laughing and crying, "Harry, do you hate me?"

I was stunned. “You want me to give my child away?” I asked as the tears left my eyes. “You WILL do just that! It’s punishment for your stupid decision to mate with the Dark Lord himself,” my father’s voice boomed. I cowered in fear, which is funny. My father is pure and I fear him, but Draco is powerful and scary, yet I don’t fear him. “Yes father,” I sighed in defeat.