Ugly Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I waved my hand impatiently. Seeing how casually I spoke, Keven had no choice but to go along with it. I thought I was mentally prepared for it. But when I saw my reflection on my phone, I burst into tears. I buried my face in the blanket and cried uncontrollably. Kevin was at a loss, not knowing how to comfort me. From the blanket, I asked unhappily, "Have I turned ugly and horrifying now?" Kevin replied, "No way! You're the prettiest woman in Dainsclef Village."

But that didn't mean he quit trying. Jake wasn't one of those bad boys you learn about in romance novels. You know the ones that are rough on the outside but secretly a softy on the inside? Nope, not him. He was the actual devil. I secretly call him Damien, the evil child from the movie The Omen. Because he looks like an angel from the outside, but in reality, he is most likely a spawn of the devil. I bet if I parted his hair, I'd see the birthmark 666 on his scalp. Okay, I might be exaggerating a little bit, but he is the worst. I'll tell you how bad later. But for now, I have to figure out how to get out of this situation.

The visions had been getting worse. Not darker, exactly. Not more violent. Just louder. More insistent. As if something on the other side of the veil had noticed she could hear it and had decided, with terrible patience, to speak directly into her ear. Tonight it had shown her a man. No. Not a man. A man-shaped thing. Something wearing the outline of a man the way a wolf wears a sheepskin — imperfectly, with too much power showing at the seams. Tall. Dark-haired. Eyes the colour of embers in a dying fire — that deep red that meant something had been burning for a very long time and wasn't done.

He was no gentleman but I said nothing as I waited, bent against the sink while he slipped the condóm on. He lifted my T-shirt and I felt the exact moment he stilled. The calloused hand digging into my hips let go and his whole body tensed. It seemed like he had seen Medusa and turned into stone. Before I could ask what the problem was, he spoke, “Bloody hell… people still do this fúckery?” “What fúckery?” “Putting names of fúckers on their body… Who the fúck is Harry?” Shít. Shít. Shít!

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

I sarcastically said to him. "No, Sicko! The fairies didn't teleport me here. They simply help me out to contact the witch who teleports me here," he irritably said to me. "I thought that witches were bad?" "Not all of them. Some are good, and the bad ones were warlocks," he carefully explains. "Okay Harry Potter, I believe you." "Hey lovebirds, aren't you guys done yet?" Fugly sarcastically interrupts us. "I already told you about my rule in this fortress, and that is no public display of affection," he teases Barbie and me.

"I said you are very good at growing up. Why are you blushing?" "I'm not blushing." Stacy was stubborn. The look in his eyes just now... "That's because I'm blind?" "Well, you're blind." Hearing what he said, Harry was speechless. "I'm ugly, poor, and not outstanding. How can you hug me like this? Are you blind?" Hearing what he said, Harry was speechless. It turned out that she was waiting for him here. "You're ugly. You don't have money. You're not outstanding, but I like it."

The fact that the smile can become a murderous grimace, just as it had that day, I almost lost my head to him. “You’re both very foolish to be thinking he’ll ever take a human for a girlfriend or be the least interested in either of you, ” Harry finally spat distastefully. The girls stared at him in horror, at the bitterness of his words. What was his problem? It was better than moping around drugging through the hard labour of the house without having something to dwell on, even if it was nonsense fantasy. “He’s not the type of guy you’d want lying in your bed when the night comes, trust me. ”

He chuckled lightly and went away. “What was that?” Nora crossed her arms over her chest. “Nothing.” Penelope dragged herself towards her workstation. “I was just…” she closed her eyes in embarrassment. “You were distracted by his hair again, weren’t you?” Nora sighed. She covered her face. “You are actually very dumb. Just like a white person.” She said and put on her headphones. “We both are white.” She scrunched her nose. “Yeah, but you are the dumb one.” She rolled her eyes. “I know.” She covered her face again. ***