Padfoot Knots Harry Fanfiction Novels & Stories

LUCAS'S POV "Dude, Sophia is going to go crazy when she sees this badass surprise. You are the main deal my buddy, no way I could ever pull up something charming like this!" Harry said, rubbing his two palms laden with aesthetic rings together with a playful grin that touches his eyes as he takes in the supposed romantic scene.

We want someone who’s got their ear to the ground, supernaturally speaking, so this is a good thing. “How did you know?” I ask. Crazy Harry shrugs, then leans down to pet one of the squirrels between its little pointy, tufted ears. “I know a lot of things.” When he straightens again, there’s just the hint of fear in his pale gaze. “Are you going to hurt me?”.“No,” I say, giving Kian a pointed look. I drop my arm away from the feral shifter’s chest and step bodily in front of him before he can terrify our informant into running. “Harry, are you familiar with the Tree of Life?”

Chloe’s eyes lit up with hope as she looked at Harry. “Harry, our packs are deeply connected. Can you really bear to destroy such a strong bond? My dad only has one daughter—me, and he’s always loved me. If you walk away in the middle of the bonding ceremony, he’ll be furious! Is offending him over something so small really worth it?” Harry paused for just a moment. Then, he kept walking, his steps steady, not a trace of hesitation.

But he’s careful, practiced. He loosens the knots slowly, watching me like a man watching a caged animal. When the rope slips free, the blood rings hot where the cord dug in, but freedom tastes like ash. My wrists ache as I flex my fingers, and I stand, knees weak, the room tilting a little with motion. Harry doesn’t let me go far. He follows close, eyes never leaving me — a predator who remembers every favor. “I don’t trust you,” he says. It’s not a statement. It’s a promise.

I change into my comfy pumpkin pjs and furry tanktop while harry gets changed into sweatpants he apparently got with him and I lend him his shirt, but just for tonight with a promise to return it back in the morning . Along with kisses and cuddling. We decide to have a moviethon with popcorn and cold drink. Lots of it. We also order a pizza for dinner. I pop us some popcorns while he sets the movie and get us blankets .We decide on the harry potter series since its long and interesting and also because we have discovered that we're both potterheads.

Or they are hiding something. Harry was wearing knee-length jeans. He briefly kissed Manny's forehead, whose innocent body was covered by a thick blanket. Harry smiles with satisfaction… 'she makes me addict to her body, minx!' 'She is our second chance mate. I am happy… 'Replied the wolf. 'Indeed. I want a puppy.' 'Twin. I want a twin puppy!' 'Let's work hard then…'

I smile sadly and add one last comment. “And I’ll ask you one last time. What are you going to ask me tonight?” I unlock my door and I’m about to swing it open when footsteps behind me have me whirling around. Harry is standing at the bottom of my steps. He looks exhausted and miserable. He is wearing a hoodie and has it pulled up over his head, like he’s trying to hide himself away. He has his arms wrapped around himself in what I imagine is meant to be a self comforting motion. I stare at him, waiting for him to say something, anything. His arms drop to his sides and he stares at his feet."

Harry and I decided to sit on the sand and just stared at the sea which looked absolutely calm under this dim lit beach having the full moon only giving us light from above us. “You have to show me your tattoo on your ankles.” I begged. Harry chuckles, “Very persistent. One sec.” He pulled out his phone and turned on his flashlight before focusing the light to his left foot. He begins to show me the outer side of his left ankle which said “BLUE” and then to the inner side of this left ankle which said “MOCKINGBIRD”. I gaped.

I don't know why that causes my stomach to drop and twist. "You think just because something isn't right, it's wrong." Another bone cracks, and this time Harry is on all fours. "You have no idea what I have done for this pack." A growl escapes him, and my hands turn clammy. "You think you're doing the right thing, but just take a look at yourself." Cracking sounds tear through the air as Harry's clothes start to rip off his skin. "You brought in a troupe to fight the so-called people that you want to save." He howls as fur starts to cover his skin.

At that time I saw his hands, the blood had been fresh, dripping, and frightening. “Why do your palm still look like that?” I asked, my voice quieter than I meant it to be. Harry looked down at his palm as he covered them with his fingers immediately and his expression changed. The cheerfulness on his face faded, replaced with a frown. “Harry always grows an extra finger on his hands,” Harriet said, breaking the silence as her words made my heart sank. “And it’s scary sometimes, Daddy John.” "Remember when you said there was a solution to it?"