Little Harry Teleport To Sirius Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He remained silent for a while, absentmindedly tapping the table with his slender fingers, producing a dull sound. After some time, he suddenly stood up. "Gather a team and come with me to the Harts' mansion." Harry was taken aback. "We've already searched there last time, and Missus Hart wasn't there..." "That was then." Tyler's eyes were as cold as an abyss. "If she was transported elsewhere, there's no reason why we couldn't find any trace of her." "Could it be that your parents lied, then?" Harry asked. That mysterious person who helped Vicky last time, no matter how powerful they were, could not secretly transport someone away without anyone in Zendonia noticing.

“You need to get in touch with Harry, he will be able to help us get in touch with the Council so we know what we’re against. I don’t think the Council will stop you from being with Soma, but I know the Lycan King and his minions will do it.” “I haven't spoken to Harry in a long time, I don’t even know if he has the same kind of pull he had a hundred years ago,” I said shrugging my shoulders. “Well it doesn’t hurt to try does it?” he said rolling his eyes. “Call him, and then get back to your girl, I am sure she is going crazy without you,” he said before leaving me in my office.

It's broken and I don't have a replacement, so I figured there's no point for me to come for practice. Andrew signalled for Robin to convince him to come either way. Robin: That's not a problem, Andrew has a spare system here. Where are you now? Harry: I'm in the school's library. Robin: That's a bit far. Can you send me your location, so that Andrew can come pick you up? Harry: (pauses for a while before replying with a frown) Sure, I'll do that now. Robin: Okay bye then. Harry: Thanks.

The topics of Harry's dreams. He closed the book and walked back to his bed to place it back in its place under his pillow. Cars blew horns outside. Harry looked out his window, at the cars that drove around, at the tall buildings that stretched all over the streets of new York. The alarm clock went off. 6:00. Harry looked at his calender. Fourth of March remain unchecked. It was here. Harry's birthday. He rushed into the bathroom to prepare for school.

I admitted. Then I quickly added, “Now please, put some clothes on. This never happened. We get home, and Demarion never has to hear about any of this. Understood?” “Understood,” My wolf replied lightly. *Harry's point of view* I turned the corner, a slow smile spreading across my face. My heart was still racing from everything that had just happened, but this… this was working better than I expected. I pulled out my phone and tapped speed dial three. It did not even ring twice.

Slowly, I travelled my head back towards her direction as I see her smile beginning to fade as she looks at me intently and I think she realized that something was not right, “What is wrong Merry? You look really sad.” My tears beginning to escape my eyes and I completely lost my shit as I started crying in front of the enchantress, “Oh Merry what happened? C’mere!” She exclaims while she opens her arms and gives me a warm embrace. She rubs my back and runs her palm over her spine continuously. “Did something terrible happen? What’s wrong?” She questions, sounding worried. I shake my head sideways, “Harry’s gone. He left me.” “Harry wouldn’t.” She responds, sounding in disbelief. “Harry coul

My breathing begins to quicken as Adrian carefully helps me sit up and adjusts my glasses, while I look at him pleadingly. "Relax, you just got a little dizzy. You're going home to rest," my best friend says reassuringly. "No... I don't want to..." I whimper, trying to hug Adrian. "Easy, everything's fine. You're safe with me," Harry Oakheart says, stepping in. "Let me take you to my car." With the alpha I like so much standing so close to me, my voice falls silent again. Releasing Adrian, I let Harry lift me into his arms, carrying me out of the mansion in a... romantic way?

Harry unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He stepped closer. “Trust me, Ivy. We don’t need the healer or the antidote. This way, we’ll even have our own pup… You’ll have to be my mate then, won’t you?” He reached out and lifted my chin. “Even in this life, you can never escape me. You’ll always be mine, Ivy.” As my consciousness faded, it hit me. Harry had come back from past, too.

He pulled her close, murmuring something into her ear that made her smile. Harry looked away. He had expected whispers. Expected the judgment. But knowing it was coming didn’t make it sting any less. After the dance, Adrian excused himself and headed upstairs, leaving Sasha alone downstairs, still glowing under the flashing lights of the cameras. Harry knew this was the perfect moment. “Ivy, push me upstairs to the men's restroom, then come back down and wait for me,” he commanded, his voice low but firm. Ivy blinked. “What? Why—”

Arabella huffed. Harry shook his head slowly. “Don’t let that happen again. Go home. I’ll have Jimmy drive you.” Arabella bit her lip and nodded. “Okay. I’ll go. Good luck with your work.” A genuine smile touched Harry’s lips. “Bella… thank you,” he said sincerely. Arabella smiled back. “You owe me for this.” Harry watched her leave, her figure growing smaller. His gaze then snapped toward his phone on the desk. His fingers drummed against the wooden surface, fury still bubbling beneath his calm exterior. His eyes hardened, narrowing dangerously. He immediately dialed Marcus—his ever-present right-hand man.