Sick Harry Potter Fanfiction Resorted Into Slytherin Novels & Stories

The two understudies comprehended what she implied. "How about we go, we should not burn through our time conversing with witches, we could even be harmed by those!" said the understudy. "Right, how about we go." Then they left and created some distance from them. Arosh and Fanky were irritated when they changed Harry's uniform. The understudies who had eyes only for Harry continued to fly off the handle with her. Furthermore, other terrible names they called her. She gradually entered the quarters and shut the entryway, and afterward she hit the hay.

A misunderstanding could happen and that was the last thing I had ever wanted. "Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

As Harriet had suspected, she was bewitched. Someone had put a very potent spell on her. She sniffed the container again and suppressed the urge to vomit. It reeked of rotten organs. Someone was onto Sabrina with very malicious intentions. "What is it?" Elizah asked, anxious to his bones. His fingers were twitching constantly in nervousness. Harriet's troubled expression had already hinted him how worse this all was but still he waited for her to speak. Over these last few days he felt like he was trapped in a thick fog with no light on horizon. He needed to know what he was fighting.

"Is that a... geographic location?" Kieran burst out laughing. "Oh my god. He's serious. He doesn't know Harry Potter. Did you grow up under a rock, dude?" "I grew up in isolation," Cale said stiffly. "Elion, help him out," Mira said, sensing the awkwardness. "Team effort." "Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff," Elion said quickly. "He's not a fan of fantasy. He prefers non-fiction."

His fingers hovered over the velvet tray before closing around the very same dildo I had touched only minutes ago. "This," he said, holding it up like a trophy. "You seem fascinated by it. Curious, weren't you? Let's see how well you handle your own curiosity." "Draco," I gasped, the name catching in my throat. My mind was screaming, this is wrong, this is a trap, you are losing everything, but my blood hummed with a different command. He didn't answer. He simply reached for my skirt, bunching the fabric up until I was fully exposed to the harsh, overhead light of the room.

Her smile faded instantly and the shock replaced it. Good. She realized I wasn't that push over sister she knew. Then, I turned and walked away before she could respond. Harry POV I kept my head down as I walked back toward the staff quarters. The house felt different today, the air was different. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I answered without checking the ID. “Hello?” “Harry.” My blood went cold as the voice came in. “Yes… sir?” I said. “You’re getting sloppy,” the voice said calmly, too calmly. “Letting Charlotte get too close. I hate carelessness.”

He was the doctor Kevin met that day, and because he was at his lowest, Harry exploited him by telling him the gravest mistake he had made in his life. He almost didn't believe such an idiotic being was a pub of the cunning Alpha Morris. Why would he reincarnated someone that didn't have a very good history with people or life itself- and also trust the witches to do it for him. They might believe they are the holiest creatures to exist but they are also the most cunning and wicked. They cause problems and havoc wherever they go with their little destructive spells that go a really long way while also releasing bad energy into the earth.

she snapped, "we return what you've taken, cat, and find a way to send Harry home." Sassy scowled at her, sullen and resistant. But he nodded before turning his back on all of us. ***

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.