The Potters Want Harry Back Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You don’t know what you have done, you fools!” “Sure,” Tony replied to Meguitte, ignoring the prisoners. “Won’t be long.” “How is Harry?” She asked him, and he paused, catching hold of the doorframe. He shrugged, a muscle twisting in the corner of his jaw. “Still feeding the corpse blood, as if they think it will do something,” he said grimly. “There’s no sign of change, though Harry swears the hand-wound is looking better. Won’t let us look though. Won’t let anyone beyond the doorway, not even the ancients who come to donate. Harry will drink from them, and then feed the corpse themselves.”

Harry's gaze lingered and smiled "I'm DK, but if it makes you more comfortable, you can call me Harry. I just...prefer DK." His denial was unsettling, bordering on obsessive. I felt a shiver run down my spine. "Can...can you take me back to the company?" I asked Harry's eyes locked onto mine once more, but I looked away. "Please," I added, my voice barely above a whisper. Harry chuckled. "You're really interesting."

Or have her fiancé put him there. Or did that last battle at Velvet Haven put me into the ex category again? I clutch the box in my pocket, looking again and again toward the parking lot, willing her to show up. “You’re going to wear out the grass if you keep pacing over the same spot.” I turn. Harry looks happy, far more relaxed than he has ever been before marriage. I am happy for my brother… but I want that for myself. “Is it time?” “Almost. Don’t worry; she’ll show.”

Now more than ever, he believes Linus is behind Chloe's kidnap. “What do you want?" Harry asked the moment he picked up. “What, no hello who is this? You really have no curtsey Harry." Linus mocked. “Where is she?" Harry asked, kissing his teeth. He's been thinking of proper ways to torture Linus once he gets hold of him. He hasn't held a gun in a long while and he swore he would never go back to that lifestyle but Linus has pushed him to the edge and he would be the first to suffer his wrath.

she smiled softly, hearing footsteps heading upstairs. “No,” Harry shook his head, grabbing his hair out of frustration. “This can’t be happening, honey. We can start over, believe me! I won’t even think of having a child anymore, just being with you is enough! Let’s not divorce, please!” Magort heaved a sigh. “If you can turn back the time and change what you’ve done, maybe we could start over then.” Harry swallowed a lump in his throat before falling to his knees. He bowed, hitting his head on the floor. “I can’t live without you! I was wrong and I regret it! Please don’t cast me away like this. Give me another chance!”

“I’m not touching that. I’ll get tetanus or something.” Harry glanced over at me with a flat, unimpressed look. “And you think I’m going to touch it?” I tried to stare him down. “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who wanted to be the hero. So go ahead and be the hero, Harry. Open it. Don’t let me stand in your way.” Harry looked at the knob, then at me, then back at the knob, and the devil grinned. I expected something stupid like ‘open sesame’ or ‘alohomora’. But nope, he had to be dumb but piss me off at the same time as well.

, he flashed him a smile. “But I can’t”, Eric thought to himself. “You can grab something from my clothes”, Harry said, taking off his sweatshirt, “I see we have the same size”. Eric looked away as soon as Harry’s abs appeared before his eyes. He cleared his throat and looked for the dressing room. It was only his first day, and Harry was already being a nuance. What do you think of the 1st chapter? What do you think of Harry’s character so far? How is that clubbing going to go?

Ernest looks at him with admiration, he knew the capabilities of his boss, and how strong he had been although he appeared otherwise. “You're telling me because you're my friend”Harry walks over to the large mirror he had in his living room and looks at himself, he's too handsome a man, his curly black hair is perfectly manicured, his face is made up of a thin chin, his green eyes match the pale tone of his skin, and the last few years of rehabilitation in the gym had made his muscles stand out over his clothes, but Harry hated the fact that he didn't have a leg and that he didn't have his family, there were things that money couldn't buy, he would have given anything in the world to have hi

"Harry, just drink it," I whine, stomping my feet on the ground, and he pouts. "It looks and smells bitter. I'm not interested." Harry crosses one arm over the other and huffs. I'm tempted to face-palm myself because of his childishness, but I stop myself, groaning loudly. "Harry, you need this. Do you or do you not want your wolf back?" I ask him, placing the cup in front of his face.