روايات وقصص ضمن Transgender Harry Potter Fanfiction

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.

Regrets started to drown me in. Ty laughed and I quickly focused my attention back on him. "So that is why he has been searching for Harry Potter books! You turned him into a Harry Potter lover." "A Potterhead!" I gave her a disapproving look. Muggles, smh. "Yeah, whatever you call it." He rolled his eyes, clearly did not care, and I shot daggers at him.

This Transformation technique was extremely magical, and others wouldn’t be able to tell whether it was real or fake. Alex sneered and deliberately said, “Heh heh, why can’t I be here? Hermione Yggdrasil, are you with that guy called Dummy? Following him makes you my enemy. Now, hurry up and kneel and lick my toes, and I might consider sparing your life.” “What? You…”

Author Pov Rose entered her apartment breathing heavily. She clutched the side of her waist as she again burst out in tears of helplessness. Now she understood the depth of pain that man had gone through. He had changed so much. She had turned him into utterly a different man. Harry. The innocent sweet boy she used to know has turned into a vicious rugged man. His body proportion. His height. Even his aura had turned him into a scary adult. His rugged muscular body can easily empower her anytime he wants. His cold scary aura can kill her just by his presence.

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.

The coven screamed but kept chanting as Harry used his magic to keep me pinned to the table. "If you don't stop, Harry, you'll die with her," a young woman next to him warned. "I'm willing to make a sacrifice," Harry said as the woman's eyes welled up with tears. "But our child requires you," she begged. I saw the life this child would lead if he didn't have a father and shifted human once more, relinquishing control. I couldn't get out of here alive, no matter how hard I tried, but Harry could. As tears streamed down my cheeks, Harry looked at me with wide eyes. I was in excruciating pain as the witches continued to chant and Harry's face filled with confusion.

But he's really cringe-worthy. I sighed. "I'm not affected. I'm naturally mad." "Really?" Harry turned my body to face him. "Look at my eyes alone. I don't want those to lose into the eyes of that imbecile." His grip on my cheeks tightened as he caressed it. "I don't want you to share with someone else. You are mine." He's saying every single word with scary stops. "What the fuck is happening to you, Harry?" he closed his eyes. When he opened it, he felt like a totally different person. "Are you threatening me?"

Brrrr. By the way, it was his idea to invite you over. Don't forget to say thank you when he arrives. He likes them all at first ... but then he inevitably realizes what kind of dirty whores you are! And then I'll gut them! Harry's voice rose, and Kit shuddered—he was about to attack her! The heart was not beating - it was galloping, beating a crazy drummanbass against the sternum. God help me! Harry noticed her reflex movement and grinned, pleased. Afraid… they are all afraid. HE is the God and the devil here, the judge and the executioner, and when he wants to, he will wrap her guts around a light bulb. Easily. HE can't do that yet.

Harry ordered, "Do your working job! It's clear as daylight that Harry didn't only want to hurt me but also humiliate me. Strip me of whatever dignity I had left. My head was hanging weightlessly on my neck, drooping down as more tears dropped to the floor. I just want to be with Riene, feel the warmth of her skin on mine, and beg her to forgive me. I wanted to tell her how sorry I am. Harry continued thrusting in and out of my mouth, stimulating himself as he caressed his balls. I didn't move, not so much as twitched. There's no escaping anyway. He continued thrusting, groaning as he hit climax I wanted to kill him, and then die to reunite with Reine—but my body wouldn’t obey me.

As I touched his skin, he fell under the enchantment, and I began to manipulate the situation, creating a narrative. What Henry believed was happening was me tearing off his clothes and kissing him intensely, allowing him to fulfill all the fantasies his distorted mind projected. I sat in the corner of the room, watching the comical scene before me, where he touched himself, thinking it was me. “Alpha, we need a word!” Harry's voice, the beta, echoed through the door. I bit my lips in anger; the magic was delicate, and any change could break the spell. I messed up my clothes and hair and threw some water on my body, pretending to be sweaty. Furthermore, I stayed close to Henry, who seemed to