Merope Gaunt Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"He is such a coward!" After a long time, old Harry finally came to his senses. He stared blankly at Chu Xun. "You... you are crazy." Old Harry was still trembling and staring at Chu Xun. "This is a level 5 demonic beast. He has actually vanquished such a ferocious beast." "Cut the crap and pay the reward." Chu Xun dragged old Harry into the hall of the mercenary guild. With the Blue-headed Golden-eyed Beast out of his sight, old Harry slowly recovered his composure.

Again, I heard Aunt Rose say: "Harry has been in prison for two years. You don't even know about his past? No one in this area knew how he was in the Cerberus Guild that day. Who would have hired that gypsy guy if it weren't for Miss Fortune, his mother's friend? The tattoo of a three-headed dog is still on his body. People will recognize and remember his biography no matter where he goes! Fortunately, he doesn't love you. To be honest, I disagree that you love him!" When Aunt Rose said that, she turned her head to look around. Terry was afraid of being seen by her, so he turned and hurried up the stairs, not expecting Harry to be standing upstairs looking at him. The whole story that Aunt R

Ernest looks at him with admiration, he knew the capabilities of his boss, and how strong he had been although he appeared otherwise. “You're telling me because you're my friend”Harry walks over to the large mirror he had in his living room and looks at himself, he's too handsome a man, his curly black hair is perfectly manicured, his face is made up of a thin chin, his green eyes match the pale tone of his skin, and the last few years of rehabilitation in the gym had made his muscles stand out over his clothes, but Harry hated the fact that he didn't have a leg and that he didn't have his family, there were things that money couldn't buy, he would have given anything in the world to have hi

“Oh, fuck. Thaelen.” Jules followed Harry’s gaze to where Talen Gawaine’s height and long blonde hair made him stand out amongst the humans and Mer. “Fuck,” he repeated Harry’s exclamation. Talen’s face was raw, the skin blistered, and his beard burnt away. The burn extended down his neck. He had removed his top and was in the process of pulling another on, showing that the burns extended down his chest, warping the tattoo that covered half of one side and obliterating one nipple.

The group of men filter behind the grizzly bear in front of us. Gee-gee lets out an over exaggerated laugh. “Oh, I’M SORRY, I must be misunderstanding you. Did you just call your FUTURE QUEEN a mud-blood?” Before he can respond she continues. “What is this? Fucking Harry Potter?” The man sniffs his nose before spitting on the ground in front of me. “She’s no future Queen of mine.” The men behind him yell out their agreement. I take a step closer to the man and give him a sinister smile. “What is your name, sir?” I bat my eyes at him.

I blink and look around. Our cursed prisoner no longer looks like a rotting corpse, but like a handsome young man in armor that looks freshly oiled, gleaming with care. He has auburn hair and a dusting of freckles across his nose. HIs chin has a small beard. “Gareth,” I whisper, remembering the name that Merlin has said. “I see you.” Whipping around, I face Arthur and gasp.

she said, gesturing at me to follow her. Harriet was an old witch, although I had never asked how old she was. She had long grey hair that she always tied up in a cute granny's bun, and mesmerizing green eyes surrounded by tiny wrinkles, which only added warmth to her expression. Whenever I saw her, she kept wearing long black or dark-brown gowns, and I teased her that I would once buy her a pointy hat to complete her look, resembling a fairytale witch.

"She's safer where ever she is than here at the moment" **** I watch Harry from my perch against my balcony, laughing and talking with the other humans. Acting passionate about what he was doing, the facade almost fool proof. But I knew that wasn't the old Harry. Whoever has was, was here for a reason, that shadow in the snow was no ordinary person. The egnima glances upwards able to sense my gaze and he waves as confident as ever that he was still able to puzzle me. "How did you manage to get out of the maze at the

"Brother, although Severin is powerful, it’s not good to accidentally hurt this kid.” "Besides, we are both royal paragons. Even if I win, it will be disgraceful!" Harry was eight feet tall, with a leopard head and eyes, a swallow's chin and a tiger's beard, and a body like an iron tower. He was majestic. His presence made people feel the majestic power of energy and blood rushing towards them. Although he was tall and seemingly reckless, he was actually very thoughtful. How could a distinguished guest from Grandiuno Sacred Land come to visit and cause such trouble?

The silver wasn’t just physical; it was laced into the spell itself, tainting her core. Then the door creaked open, and heavy footsteps echoed across the floor. Serena raised her head slowly, her eyes narrowing at the tall figure entering the chamber. Maeron. The very name sent a shiver down her spine. He was impossibly handsome, in a way that was otherworldly and terrifying. Long dark hair fell over his shoulders, his features sharp and regal—too perfect to be mortal. His eyes, a swirling mix of black and sea-green, held an unnatural gleam, as if the ocean itself whispered secrets within them. His long robe shimmered with a magic she didn’t recognize, embroidered with sigils and runes from