Romans & histoires Slytherin Harry Potter Fanfiction

Stefan Malfoy's POV:: I was standing still, close to the window as I looked outside the building. I was so happy for everything going on currently. And today, happens to be the greatest of them all because finally I was with Lucinda Orlok, my childhood dream. She was still unconscious because Layzal [the djinn] had done a powerful enchantment on her which made it absolutely impossible for her to wake up anytime soon. I felt bad against it because i couldn't just wait to see her open her eyes and embrace my full glory. I have been on diet because I really wanted to appeal her the day she finally wakes up from her enchanted sleep.

Harry thought. Harry felt a sharp pain, after realizing the whole truth. He turned to face Arthur with his hard glare . "My words remain the same! I will never change them! This slut of a woman, would never get to see her son again. And you who claim to be her baby's daddy, I would advise you don't even make an attempt to get the kid away from me otherwise I will kill you and feed your flesh to the ravens." Harry said with his eyes directly at Arthur, who only looked for a few seconds and eventually moved his eyes away from him. Harry's look was so impossible to behold. Harrh looked like a beast that would cause havoc on earth.

She snarled. “Just want to talk…” “I’m listening.” “I’m sorry for leaving you like that before… I just couldn’t bare aiding Jharad in doing something like that. I love you Sylria and when this all rolls over I want to be with nobody but you… and Nelma.” I looked at the sleeping angel. Sylria was silent. “She sampled all the desserts given to her, had never seen her on such an intense sugar rush.” Sylria said, I spotted the ankh glistening as it hung from her neck.

The same one sitting on the side of my ribs. Always. We got the tattoo because of Severus Snape. Well, not him but his quote. I used to read the Potter books to the boys. I stole the first one from a bookstore randomly one day and fell in love with the story. For a couple of hours, I could escape from my sorry ass life and into Harry's. I couldn't stop talking about it and after some convincing got the boys to read the first book. The boys gave me the rest of the series for my next birthday. And I read the rest of the books to them.Jem loved the Weasley twins. Hunter thought Snape should be fired and Ryder thought Dumbledore was the real villain. Shade had a crush on Ginny and came to pity t

Harry was sitting on the bed, flashing his smile. "You!" Sarra was quite surprised to see her. "What are you doing here?" Sarra approached Harry, who remained unmoved in his place. "About the promise," he replied lightly. "What promise?" Sarra snapped quickly. "Are you pretending to forget or do you really want to run away from me?" Harry stared at him intensely. Stupid Sarah. He was the one who said he would return Harry's feelings if he succeeded in getting Lerina healed, and this was sooner than he should have.

Author's Pov "I am ready to sacrifice anything for my sister. Have it. This is what you always wanted right. To win over me. It's all yours now but in return just free my sister. Stay away from her." Liam said with a heavy heart. He knew doing this wouldn't make her change her mind but at least she will have peace of mind after all in his mind he still thinks that Harry is torturing her. Suddenly a sound of chuckle echoed in the room as Harry stood up from his seat roughly slamming the file on the floor. Liam stared at him with wide eyes.

He began to mutter inaudible words. "Lest I forget. I have not forgiven you for the offense you committed at school. Now, you have the chance to prove yourself as a changed person by behaving responsibly before I return.” I rose from my seat, grabbing my bag and checking my watch. “Where are you going to, Lily? Are you leaving already?” his voice was shaky and laced with curiosity as he inquired. While I ignored Harry's question, I closed the distance between myself and Bella and spoke loudly. "If Harry misbehaves, I want you to break his legs." I heaved a sigh. “Promised?”

She also thought less and less of helping Harry with his circulation and more and more about being his sexual possession. "Why don't you put your clothes back on and we can go swim for a bit." Harry suggested. Tracy slid her white booty shorts back on and pulled the ridiculously thin orange top on and helped Harry up. "I like that style on you, Tracy. I want to see you dressed like that all the time. Like my personal slut. Understand?" Harry looked her up and down and licked his lips. Tracy almost came again after hearing Harry's demanding voice and for the first time calling her his "slut." She smiled as he reached out for her breasts and gently twisted her sensitive nipples covered in the

But I couldn't say that so instead I went, "I am thankful for the opportunity my prince but I would have been even more grateful if I wasn't thrust into a bloodbath Academy where all my enemies would be camped." "I think it's the perfect place for you because no sensible slave would have the temerity to make me do their bidding. And even have the audacity to question me for it. Let me give you advice slave, those wits you think you have you better put them to use. Now get out." He said coldly. I clutched my dress by my side tightly, looking at him. I couldn't believe how quickly he changed. This was the Shadow Prince, the Royal Lycan Prince and I was a fool to let my guard down even for a bi

Milo and Jax are silent for a long time after I finish talking. Rhea is too, but somehow in a completely different way. While she sits there with her hands in her lap, twiddling her thumbs with the guilt of knowledge, the other two gape at me openly, as if trying to decide whether or not I am playing some sort of sick, practical joke on them. The longer they look at me, the more I feel like I am shrinking, and the more I want to melt into the cracks of the couch cushions beneath me. In my mind briefly flickers the image of Horace Slughorn from the sixth Harry Potter, and in that moment, I too wish I can transform into a piece of furniture to flee from my accountabilities, nondescript and gui