Romans & histoires Powerful Harry Potter Moves To Forks Fanfiction

It wasn't until Charlotte and I passed over the wards I realized Mom could just as easily have let it slip her mind. Good thing she hadn't forgotten everything. My sense of homesickness faded as I entered the grassy Yard, taken over by a fluttering of very active butterflies in the pit of my stomach, a smile pulling my lips back as the extra bounce I'd been experiencing returned to my step. College! The place was stunning and I found myself rubber-necking as I passed under the huge trees towering over the freshmen dorms, red brick mingling with green and the blue of the sky. I dodged a pack of eager new students weighted down with their own belongings as I reminded myself not only was I star

But destiny had other plans for me. After my last class, I found myself alone in a classroom, searching for a lost textbook. It was there that I bumped into my ex, Mason. Our breakup had been far from amicable, and the tension between us was palpable. He leered at me, moving closer, his intentions clear. My heart raced as he tried to force a kiss, his grip on my arm growing tighter. Panic surged through me, but then something inexplicable occurred. I felt a searing pain in my head as Mason slammed me against a desk. When I managed to focus, terror gripped my heart. Mason's eyes had turned a pitch-black, devoid of any humanity. His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet.

Harry looked effortlessly elegant in a navy shirt and light blazer. “I like this place,” Arabella said, glancing around. “It feels… peaceful. Like a world where problems don’t exist.” She gently pushed Harry’s wheelchair forward. “I chose it because we need space. Quiet, warmth. Just for us,” Harry replied. Their food arrived, conversation flowed, laughter danced between them—until Arabella’s gaze sobered. “Harry, are you sure about this? About Adam? I’m afraid he’ll still try to hurt my father.” Harry leaned back, sipping his drink before responding. “I’m not just sure, Bella. I’ve already acted.”

“But I’ll fake it.” The trees thickened around us like a fortress, shadow swallowing up the sun. Fog crept between the branches like fingers. The road narrowed, turning to gravel. A battered rusted sign, barely clinging to it's post, loomed ahead: Private Property. Trespassers Will Be Prosecuted. Charming. Harry shifted uncomfortably. “This place gives me the creeps.” My jaw clenched. “Then it’s probably the right one.” Harry’s phone rang suddenly. He groaned. “It’s the office. I have to take this.” He glanced at me. “You go ahead. I’ll catch up.”

“The witches went to your place and took Maverick away, judging by the time, they should be on their way to the castle now. From what I heard, Maverick made sure to shut the door before he was taken away.” “That could only mean that he was taken outside,” Ferix furrowed his brows. “If it was like that, why didn’t he fight at all?” “He allowed himself to be taken away willingly which means that he’s up to something. What the fuck are you up to this time, Maverick?” Aurora stared up at the sky, it was getting darker and she had to hurry. She took Ferix's hand in her and chanted a teleportation spell which took inside the Left Green Wood Manor.

Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore. Morgan raised his hand to wipe away her tears; he just couldn't keep seeing her crying so hysterically and heartbroken. But when she saw his action, she flinched and backed away from him with her eyes filled with fear. His pupils shrank violently as he stared at her. ‘She was afraid of him. Did she think he would hurt her?’ He thought.

Harry goes to his desk, takes his phone, and then takes my hand and pulls me out of the office as if he were possessed. Harry's attitude is making me nervous, and a thousand things go through my head, but I don't know what's so special about that gift. [End of flashback] "Girl, it's time to wake up. Please don't do this to me. I knew I shouldn't have let her ride that bike for hours!" A distant crying makes my headache worse, and I groan in pain. I raise my voice, asking them to keep quiet, as my head could explode at any moment.

The contact sent little electric shocks up my arms, and I had to concentrate very hard on not letting my fangs extend. "Just hold it right there," he said softly, his voice closer to my ear than I'd expected. That's when everything went wrong. A group of loud students walked by, laughing and shouting about some party. The sudden noise startled me, and my supernatural reflexes kicked in. I gripped the metal part tighter to steady myself. Too tight. There was a horrible crunching sound, and suddenly I was holding a piece of twisted metal that used to be part of my scooter's engine.

Kade sounded rude, curling himself into the bedsheet and throwing that wet towel at Fork's face. There was disappointment whirled in his face as he pulled down the towel from his face. He then let out a big sigh before getting ready for college. In the hallway, Fork bumped into Buck accidentally. "Watch where you are going!" Buck yelled, unknown that it was Fork. As soon as he glanced at his face, he zipped up his mouth, bowed with respect, and sprinted away. Fork sighed and headed to Kade's class. "Where is Kade?" The professor asked.

“This place sure is filthy. I nearly forgot about this because of some nuisance, but you can fix this, right, Harry?” His threatening tone they are the use of hearing from him. His smile and expression show his pride, which is his embracing nature. “Of course.” Harry confidently said, snapping his finger and in a second changing everything into the pristine and luxurious property that is their little haven of darkness. “Now that we have our place, our identity is set, shall we all work according to His will?” Harry reminded them with a tone that is threatening and not just a simple reminder. With their expression that shows their sins. One by one they change their appearance. One by one they