Maledictus Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Malcolm held up his hand to stop Harry from attacking Enza. He looked at Andre. "Unlike your piece of shit pack, we do not attack the helpless." Malcolm snarled at Paul. Harry looked at Enza with anger. "This is your lucky day, you fat bitch." He said intentionally insulting Enza. He did his best to get under Enza's skin. He knew that no pregnant woman wanted to be called fat. Paul looked at Enza with a raised brow. Although the captives did not know that Harry had gone too far, Paul certainly did.

Cent replied, “Aren’t we all, though? All creatures are narcissists and they constantly needed to be appreciated before they believe what they can sense in the first place.“ “I don’t care what purpose you have to need an army of dragons, but I will gladly follow you if you will have me.” This time, the two of them turned to each other. Their eyes meeting and a sense of understanding passed through Maleficent before she gave off her infamous smile dripped with wickedness born from a human’s greed and a demon’s malice. I have succeeded, huh? Let’s see. They say that wizards are prideful creatures, especially when dealing with beings from the Nether World.

Finally, he let out a deep sigh. “ Okay, I know you might have noticed he's been acting strangely, and I think it's time I explained what's going on." He said “Yeah, I've been really confused. Some hours ago, he was sweet and kind, and the now, he's... terrifying." I said “I understand why you'd find it confusing. The thing is, Harry has what's called dissociative identity disorder. He has two distinct personalities: one is gentle and caring, while the other is... darker." He finally said and my eyes widened

my voice broke in half. Adamant, he continued, "Yes, you can. You know when the Sorting Hat placed Neville in Gryffindor?" I nodded weakly, slightly amused at how regular he seemed when dropping Harry Potter reference. "That same fat kid slayed a snake seven years later. You're the Neville, Rashid. You can slay your snake, and you will." "It's slew." I sniffed. "Huh?" "Slew a snake, not slayed." "You're fucking hopeless."

To him, even mocking her would be a waste of breath. He was a man who thrived on competition. Since coming of age, he had only lost once. From that defeat onward, he despised anyone with greater talent than his own. With arrogance sharp as a blade, Harry sneered. "Shayla bested me before I came of age. After that, she was never my equal. As for Sharon…" He gave a cold, contemptuous laugh. "Soon enough, I'll show her what true despair feels like." From Maestro Warner, he had sensed clear disapproval toward Sharon. And Harry lived to crush prodigies. Naturally, he wouldn't spare her. This time, before the eyes of the world, he would dismantle Sharon completely—leave her with no defense, no hop

I hated it when she let the dragon do the steering. “Sure, but she can’t act.” I waved my hand about. “‘Mondo Retardo. Oh Harry, I’ve made myself sound like a posh girl from the 1930s for no reason.’ Look at a decent child actor like the kid in Sixth Sense, then look at midget Mary Poppins. What the actual fuck?” Whatever Maurice’s point about the Horcrux was, it got lost in the barrage of abuse I fought off for the next hour. Sometimes it’s good to let people vent a bit.

I asked, only somewhat joking as I referred to the Untouchable that tormented and raped Olive as he pleased. ‘He-who-must-not-be-named’ wasn’t one of the nicknames she’d given him, but I couldn’t resist a good Harry Potter reference. That being said, Olive was much more creative in the nickname department. Among my favorites were asshat and the dickless wonder, but the last thing I wanted to bring up was Blaze Madden’s penis. I had a light breakfast and the last thing I wanted to do was spew it all over Olive’s shiny new car. No, thank you.

He said with a smile as I stretched my arms out. “I am dead unlike the only brother of mine; Micah who is exists in a dump.” I emphasized on his living condition. “The literatures couldn’t sell.” “Humans interested in the occult are full of surprises. They make the word ‘Muggle’ seem proud. Witches are by far the only kind that doesn’t have dependency or obsession.” “However you’re value is as bad as a cripple.” I said with a smirk as we stared at each other before we both laughed.

"You were supposed to be dead! How are you still alive? I saw the horde swallow you!" Wade looked just as shattered. He staggered back several steps, lost his balance, and crashed to the ground. Then, a foul, yellow stain spread rapidly down his pant leg. The camp commander turned deathly pale as his body quivered uncontrollably. Realizing disaster had arrived, he shouted in a stammering panic, "Guards! Guards! Arrest this traitor!" "I'd like to see any of you try." I ignored their terror and unleashed the full force of my Tier Seven abilities.

“You still think you’re in control. You have no idea what’s coming.” That was when I noticed the man standing behind him. He was tall and thin, his skin pale like he hadn’t seen sunlight in years. His eyes were black, so black that there was no line between the iris and the pupil. A strange dark mist seemed to cling to him, moving like it was alive. I didn’t need anyone to tell me who he was. I knew. Malakar. The dark wizard my mother had told me about when I was a little girl. The one who had tried to take Anna’s powers when she was pregnant with me. The one everyone thought was long gone.