The Potters Want Harry Back Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“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

Isn’t that cruel as well? I sink back onto the bed, my head in my hands. “Maybe she had her reasons.” I want to believe that. I want to believe that something huge and unavoidable held her back. I want to believe that she always wanted to return to Raventon; she just never got the chance. “Or maybe she never planned to return in the first place,” Harry adds, and I can’t help but snap my head back up. I don’t even realize the way my gaze turns into a glare. It’s only when the casual look on Harry’s face shifts into something uncomfortable and anxious that I realize perhaps it’s because of me.

He yells. “How dare you! Harry is ten times the man you are and I wouldn’t marry you if we were the last two people on earth! Get it through your thick skull. I don’t want you. I don’t care about your family or mine. I don’t want more power, I don’t want to pop out endless little Witch babies for you and there is NOTHING you can do to change my mind. Now get OUT before I am forced to call the authorities!” It takes every bit of power I have not to shove him. Harry delivers the final blow when he pulls me close, leans down and gently presses his lips to mine. I swear I nearly pass out on the spot and I feel a rush of his magic surging through me. He pulls back.

I take my turn, and when I walk back, Harry looks at me and says, “We need to go. Mom and Dad heard about the incident here and want us home now.” I nod as I grab my bag, and Archer says, “Wait, we can escort you home!” I dangle my keys and say, “Not necessary. It was nice meeting you.” “Could I have your number?” He asks quickly. I look him up and down; he’s attractive, and this does give me an inside look at what’s going on in the packs. I can feel that Harry is frustrated by my interaction with Archer, but I ignore him. I say, “Give me your phone.”

He paused, then added quietly, “Protect Arabella. Even if it means breaking protocol.” Marcus bowed his head. “Yes, sir.” As Marcus left the room, Harry took a deep breath, unlocked his tablet, then shut the screen again. He sat back in his chair, eyes no longer vacant. They were full of intent. And if Adam truly dared to resurface… Harry Anderson was done playing nice.

"Please forgive me," Harry pleaded. I crossed my arms, letting out a cold, humorless laugh. "Aren't you afraid that going back on your own curse will bring you bad karma?" I slammed the door in his face, but he refused to leave. "Stop being so petty. I already got rid of Violet. What else do you need me to do? You forgave me every other time. Why not this time? I was just playing around with those women. I never loved any of them. I only love you."

The man looks at us carefully for a few moments and then says, “You’re the bitch Harry wants.” I feel Peter’s emotions and I can see that he’s not happy about that guy calling me a bitch. He is leaning on the fence with his arms crossed and a homicidal look. “What does Harry want from me? Does he want to see me dead?” I watch as the man laughs maniacally as he says, “Harry has plans for you that don’t include death.” I nod silently and let go. His head snaps back to his chest. “Okay, so if he doesn’t want me dead, what does he want to do with me?”

Sorry, this chapter hasn’t been up sooner, a lot going on behind the keyboard so to speak, but here you go! Chapter 35! enjoy! :) Short chapter I know but more coming soon, don’t worry! *** Chapter Thirty Five Alexander's Point of View ** Earlier ** Harry came back inside and I asked what was up. He just said that he was giving Harley Sarah’s number and that was it really. ‘Any day now would be great, ladies’. Ron announced, clearly pissed off in the other room. Oh great, today was going to be fun if he was already in a mood. We all shared a ‘’Here we go’’ look and made our way to the room.

Harry doesn't get tired since he's totally built like an athlete. When I am back to normal and no longer panting like a sick dog . Harry says,"you called me haz" I look at him and reply," cause you are. You are my haz and will always be " He smiles and says," I missed this, you know" I smile back and my thumb grazes harry's hands so he holds my hand . I know I should stay away but I can't help breaking my own rule once in a while. "Will you ever tell me the reason?" He asks and it doesn't take a genius to know which reason he is talking about.

Arianna narrowed her eyes at Harry. “What? I’m just offering a friendly suggestion. Tell anyone about this, and I’ll kill anyone you blabbed your mouth to.” “That seems pretty asinine, don’t you think? The fastest way for me to get the money is to tell my partner.” “I’ll consider it. I want to see how much you hustle in a month. I’ll be back in a month, and I better see some progress. I’ll be watching you and your older lover as well. Take care, Arianna,” Harry wished, slipping out of Arianna’s bed. “You know? I may not put you up for auction at all. Maybe I’ll keep you for myself,” Harry teased, winking at Arianna before he left.