Ugly Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“Well, mate is the first option. However, since Muggles like you don’t understand the term, perhaps I can be your lover. Or how do you Yanks say it? Your man. I can be your man.” A choked laugh escapes my mouth at his use of the word muggles. “Wait a minute?” I say, stepping closer as I run a towel down my wet hair. “Are you quoting Harry Potter?” He shrugs his shoulders with a roguish grin. “Nevaeh made me watch all seven movies. They were quite brilliant.” I arch my brows with astonishment. The idea that Azazel has sat down for hours to watch the story of a young boy’s adventures in a wizarding school is almost ludicrous. Seeing my incredulous look, Azazel places his hands on my waist and

I got out of the car and threw my coat on the back seat of it. " Let's get your frustration out. " Harry said. " What are you planning? " I asked. " Something which could bring my brother back. " He smirked evilly. We went in. A troop of hot girls welcomed us. The hall was filled with VIP personalities. They covered their dark side secret from the world and made hay while in the sunshine. This spoiled richies with double personalities were the biggest black spot of the world. We were the same in the dark and the day.

“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

She wasn’t perfect. He wrapped her hair around his fist, and pulled it to one side, kissing her neck. She gasped, unable to keep the moan that escaped her lips. “You make me want to f**k you right here, right now.” He kissed down her neck, nibbling on her collarbone. She closed her eyes as her body came to life at his caress. “Jacob” “Open your eyes,” He ordered and she opened her eyes, her whole body was red like a boiled shrimp. He then trailed his finger down to her stomach and then her private part.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

I hated it when she let the dragon do the steering. “Sure, but she can’t act.” I waved my hand about. “‘Mondo Retardo. Oh Harry, I’ve made myself sound like a posh girl from the 1930s for no reason.’ Look at a decent child actor like the kid in Sixth Sense, then look at midget Mary Poppins. What the actual fuck?” Whatever Maurice’s point about the Horcrux was, it got lost in the barrage of abuse I fought off for the next hour. Sometimes it’s good to let people vent a bit.

Oh my God. "I think it's okay. Harry Potter-ish." I hear her say, but I ignore her. On my forehead lay a scar, a prominent one, so ugly. "It's okay, better than The Dark Mark" She says, and I snap. "Enough with the Harry Potter bullshit!" "You don't like Harry Potter?" Her eyebrows rises. Reluctantly turning away from the mirror, I say "I don't know who the fuck Harry Potter is. Who the hell are you, and what do you want?"

He moved slowly, deliberately, the way someone moved when they wanted to make an entrance. "What brought you here, Aetos?" I said, smiling despite the irritation prickling under my skin. "After you have been doing your little shits behind my back, I did not expect you to show your face in my castle." The wizard reached up and pulled back his hood. His face was ugly, scarred and twisted and pale, with dark eyes that held no warmth and a mouth that was pressed into a thin, hard line. He had been handsome once, before the magic had eaten away at his flesh, before the rituals had left their marks on his skin. Now he looked like what he was. A monster. A traitor. A man who had sold his soul for p

he said respectfully, “the Head Master is worried about you. You haven’t returned to the Capital for weeks now. You’ve remained bedridden for days, refusing to meet anyone. Rumors are beginning to spread that you’ve contracted a grave illness.” A silver light spilled across the young man’s bed, illuminating his fair skin. He was in his early twenties, frail and delicate in appearance. Weeks of isolation had left his black hair long, its slightly curled ends brushing against the sharp line of his jaw. His frosted blue eyes—tinged with silver and gray—stared blankly ahead. If not for the faint rise and fall of his chest, one might have thought he wasn’t alive at all. He looked too perfect, as

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