Novel & Cerita Sick Harry Potter Fanfiction Resorted Into Slytherin

"I nearly lost my sister. And then I ... I nearly..." Dean cupped his face and made him look at her. “Listen to me. You are nothing like them. I said no, and you stopped. Do you think either of them would have?” He looked away from her in shame and she turned his head back to look at her. “You made the conscious decision, not to be like them. You like Harry Potter?” “Yeah.” He mumbled. “You just told the sorting hat, not Slytherin.” “Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?”

HARRY'S POV "Why am I not surprised?" My hands were crossed around my chest. "This is a necessary evil Harry!" My father could sense the spite-laced rebellion in my voice. "Necessary evil. Or just a group of people wanting to control every bit of my life." Memories flushed into my head. Throwing me first into some school for strong supernatural bullies and now getting me to marry a girl from that the Tigers Clan. Known for their cruelty and weird traditions Not even caring if I was okay with it. Not even seeking my opinion. Not even realizing that I do not like ladies and could never love her.

It felt awfully generous for what I deserved, but I had a feeling they were worried about the chaos that my getting removed could bring to theirhouse. After the meeting, I went into my office, humiliated. And through the bond, I could feel Lily—she was outside of the Slytherin Palace somewhere; she'd already come running into the forest. Her thoughts were jumbled: exhilaration in the use of her wolf form, confusion at something, determination to make sense of. All I really wanted to do was go to her, help her come to terms with whatever the hell she could do now. But any imposition of my being with her would merely compound the violation.

Before Harry can open his eyes, the beggar's stinky lips capture his lips, and he isn’t let go of by the beggar until he faints. By the time Harry wakes up a few days later, he’s already in the slum prostitution house, sold as a prostitute by the beggar.

Finally, he let out a deep sigh. “ Okay, I know you might have noticed he's been acting strangely, and I think it's time I explained what's going on." He said “Yeah, I've been really confused. Some hours ago, he was sweet and kind, and the now, he's... terrifying." I said “I understand why you'd find it confusing. The thing is, Harry has what's called dissociative identity disorder. He has two distinct personalities: one is gentle and caring, while the other is... darker." He finally said and my eyes widened

“Why don't you get her back? Fight for her.” I shook my head and laughed sarcastically. “How? She's happy with him.” “She was happy with you too…before you fell apart.” I sucked my breath, trying to comfort my own heart. “I don't deserve her.” “Who deserves her, then? Harry? If I tell you I found something suspicious about him, would you stop drinking here and fly back to wherever your happiness is?” I looked at him in shock. “What do you mean?” He sighed, “I thought something was off about him and I was right. I found his family and I don't think his intention for approaching Serena was purely because of his love. He must have a hidden agenda. Something very…alarming.”

Harry smirked, “You know what’s worse? They say he’s gay and infertile. I couldn’t let your sister get married like that.” Filled with rage, I couldn’t let myself be dragged down like that. I opened the cake I was holding and slammed it to Harry’s face. I shoved the chocolates down his throat and kicked Harry’s balls and he groaned in pain. I pulled my sister’s hair and she yelped in pain.

I had to follow the protocol, whether I liked it or not. Even the Nightshade Pack witch had warned me. She said it would only get worse. And now, it was happening right before my eyes. "Okay. We’ll return to the Silvermoon Pack," I said, making my final decision. The decision wasn’t easy, but I had already thought it through. All I wanted was for Harry to heal, nothing else mattered. As I spoke, I caught the flicker of a smile in his eyes, the spark of excitement he couldn’t hide. He thought he’d won me back.

Harry yawned out from behind them, with his eyes half closed, as an indication, that he had missed out on everything. Louis, John, Emily and Sia all turned to glare at him with serious looks, but then all three of them broke out in creepy smiles, except for Sia, who was too shocked to do anything else. Lunging forward, they all stacked up on Harry, smashing him to the ground. Sia grinned hearing Harry's squeals. Shaking her head, she sighed. She hoped, she would be able to bear such responsibility...not knowing, that she was born to be the responsible one.

Or worse, what if they're that crazy to throw me in a pool of piranhas or alligators? Maybe I was losing my mind. Nobody could blame me anyway. I had reasons to go coo-coo anyway. My mom died when I was young, daddy was never nice, loan sharks were after me, and I was left with no choice but to stay at this Hogwarts copycat. Not to mention the lady whom Uncle George called the head mistress looked like that lady who can shift into a cat. I'd never seen the movie, just a few clips Jessy was so obsessed about. Well I wished there would be a real-life Malfoy in this place. That would be awesome. I took in some air while trying to wash away the eerie feeling that's enveloping me before I forced