My Immortal Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I'd say a few hundred years love, give or take." "Wait, how is that even possible? No offense intended Uncle but witches and wizards do not have immortality, it would cut off your magic wouldn't it?" "Someone had been studying, you are right my dear. Immortality does cut off our magic. But what me and my family had was not immortality. It's an enhanced sleeping spell as I'd like to call it. We conjure it, then we sleep for about seventy to eighty years, and we would awaken as if we were asleep for eight hours. Just a spell to cheat the God of Death for a little while."

Harry says. "It is not good enough for me! I want you to convince him! If he does not marry me in three days, you will die. I will keep this spell on you until Xavier is my husband," I say. I let go of him, and I kicked away his knife. I kept my grip on him until we left the house to return to the club. I walk in front of Harry. It does not look too good. I know it is because of the pain of the spell. However, the next moment, I fell to the ground. I feel the burning of the knife in my back.

I hated it; it was bloody and made me nauseous. He leaned closer, as if to tell a secret. "I'm immortal, sweetheart. You see, I'm quite the wizard," he beamed, gulping his wine. "Indeed, it's impressive how you managed to take over an entire pack," I said with mild interest, placing my knuckles under my chin. In the last few weeks, I had been telling Irene what Horus did, but she didn't seem to believe me. However, there were times I saw her deep in thought after I told her, and she hasn't mentioned anything to Horus about my allegations so far.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

{Harry} The moment Diane and I stepped into the bedroom, my brain flashbacked to the last time she was in my bedroom, a towel wrapped around her fair, milky body and her brown braids down her shoulders to complete the natural beauty that would always weaken me. She could appear like that and tell me 'Harry, I want you to kill ten guys for me'. I would do that in a heart beat, I don't need to think about the consequences and if things continue this way, I swear I'ma find myself in prison soon and spend the rest of my life there, cause I will definitely kill....a lot...for Diane. Oh, that is so terrifying, but there's no denying that as terrifying as it is, I wouldn't hesitate to go to prison

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.

She knows, and she has been accepting me, making my motherless heart feel warm and fuzzy. Then I'm being grabbed from Bridgitte, straight into Heleni's arms. "Oh Goddess, thank you so much! I don't know what I would've done without Harry, your White Wolf shit definitely came through!" I refrain from telling her that Harry was absolutely fine and that Ricardo was the one who wasn't breathing, Ricardo was the one who was literally dead. No heart beat. He says I brought him back. Could that be true? We're not mated yet, so the immortality cannot come into play yet, can it?

A voice echoes from my earphone. “No,” I whisper silently. “Stick to the plan.” It's useless if they come to help me. Jack is stronger that anyone could think because of the dark magic swirling in his vein. I can feel it at every strike of his. I straighten and grin at Jack, refusing to let him see me break. I never do. “Don’t jump to conclusions until this is over,” I let of a shaky exhale. "I'm not going down yet." Jack chuckles, shoulder shaking slightly from amusement. “You’re still running your mouth even as your body is about to break? I can tell from this angle it won't be long before you die. Tell me, Drogo… you miss being immortal, don’t you?”

And then we both sank deeper into the mattress with our arms tangled together, as the trees outside blurred into a soft grey from the rain. “So,” he said, “what do you want to do today?” "I vote for a Harry Potter marathon," I said, resting my chin on his chest. He glared at me, then said, "Haven't we watched that three times this year already?" "Exactly,” I said. “Which means we're due for another rewatch." "Fine,” he sighed. “But if you make me cry at Order of the Phoenix again..." "If you know Sirius is going to die every time, then why are you never prepared for it?” I asked, rolling my eyes.

“Done.” Staring at me, Harry threatened to kiss me, but I put my hands up, interrupting his advance. “Oh, darling, you wouldn't want your brother to notice that, would you?” I smiled innocently, pretending to be upset. “We'll have time for that later.” “Of course…” Harry reluctantly stepped back. “Where were you going?” “I want to see if this has any use when it comes to restraining the beast. I can control it, but who knows, maybe we can extract its strength and transfer its dominance to you!” I stared at him confidently.