Maledictus Harry Potter Novels & Stories

His cruelty was all I ever saw, but this here, this was new, and I was loving it. “I have this rule, never to kill children no matter what. I almost broke it today because of that bastard.” He smashed his hand onto the table. Expecting tears, I tilted my head, checking each and every part of his face. He raised his head to stare at me, and he didn’t even have a line of tears to show for it. Tch! “Who would be so wicked to use children during a war like that?” I asked. “Who else but the only man who is far cruel and always greedy for power? The Alpha of the Moon Hound Pack, Harry.”

I didn’t need to look up when I saw those boots. I already knew who it was. Malcom Adal. Built like a boulder. Smelled like ego and aggression. He bent down, scooping up my dented canteen with deliberate slowness. "Well, well," Malcom drawled. "If it isn’t the dainty cursed princess herself. Done fainting I see." I stiffened. This was the only class I shared with the boys. Politics. Now this boy called Malcom, he was pure evil. He didn't just hurt people. He took pride in the pain he caused.

“You stripped and changed clothes in half a second?” He shook his head in disbelief, then his expression morphed into one of reckless delight. “Forget stripped—I’m a damn wizard, Hagrid.” His grin was so sharp it almost cut. “Come on, let’s see if you turn into a half-giant.” I rolled my eyes, snorting. “Oh, shut up.”

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

The main character of the story has made her entry. Many secrets are going to reveal soon and also don't forget Harry is not your typical Male lead who can't use his brain. He's extremely smart and cunning. I don't know but Harry is my favourite Male lead till now after him you can say I prefer Xander. But Harry's character is just everything. He doesn't feel anything but when he does he feels it with his everything. If he loves he loves madly but if he hates then he hates venomously too. So beware.

— I'm not going to give spoilers, you need to read the rest of the book – he replies with an air of mystery – now it's late, time for the little wolf to go to sleep. I watch when the little bugger pouts, but nods, settling himself on the bed. "Do you think witches are good Scalet?" – I roll my eyes, remembering an old wizard friend who is simply unbearably cold, I think that's why we can be considered "friends". — I think some are, well, Harry is very kind and brave – I frown and decide to end this whole session of compliments on that Harry. I walk in and don't wait for them to say a word before pulling my mate to my shoulder leaving her gaping at my action.

- good thing he didn't use them. You can't be a bad girl/boy if you have a phobia - I fear NOTHING. You aren't bad unless you aren't scared to call He-who-must-not-be-named by his name. - ha Tom Riddle (without the Marvolo, I like defying him.) You aren't bad unless you have a code name. -I've been called Tink, Cece, Diary take your pick. You aren't bad unless if you wrote an autobiography, it would be a pretty epic one. -I'm calling mine, The Bad Girl Wears Pink [the story of Secret Nolan].

This is Marius. My Marius. He will always turn the battles into his own kind of victory. I lean back on the couch and I can't help but look at Marius with narrowed eyes. That smirk of his hasn't left since he returned from making that call. "You know..." I said while crossing my arms. "I think I agree with Harry. You really are evil." Harry, who is now sitting near the corner with a cup of tea, instantly perks up. "See! Finally, someone says it. Thank you, Luna Georgina!"

Kael’s jaw tightened. Harry chuckled low, stepping closer to me. “Good, tell them, own it. You are not their doll to control. You are fire, and fire cannot be caged.” Headmistress Morwen slammed her staff against the floor, magic crackling in the air. “Enough!” she roared. “Aria Blackwell, you are hereby—” “Try it,” Harry cut in, his tone soft but deadly. The air in the hall froze. Even Headmistress Morwen stood still,her eyes narrowed at him.

“She cannot hold me. None of you can.” “Try me,” I hissed. My voice cracked, but the fire in it belonged to me, not him. Mael surged forward, forcing my body upright again, jerking my arms into the air as if I were a puppet strung by invisible wires. My fingers sparked with energy that wasn’t mine. He snarled inside my head. “You foolish child. Do you know who I am? I am Mael, the most powerful sorcerer in history. I tore kingdoms to ashes before your bloodline even existed. You think you, a pathetic girl, can destroy me?”