Undesirable Harry Potter Novels & Stories

— I'm not going to give spoilers, you need to read the rest of the book – he replies with an air of mystery – now it's late, time for the little wolf to go to sleep. I watch when the little bugger pouts, but nods, settling himself on the bed. "Do you think witches are good Scalet?" – I roll my eyes, remembering an old wizard friend who is simply unbearably cold, I think that's why we can be considered "friends". — I think some are, well, Harry is very kind and brave – I frown and decide to end this whole session of compliments on that Harry. I walk in and don't wait for them to say a word before pulling my mate to my shoulder leaving her gaping at my action.

“Well I guess we had a bad start but I'd at least like to know the name of the one I'm about to kill” “Gregory” he whispered through his pain. “Were you at the Cresent Manor fire 15 years ago?” “Yes. Is that what this is about? You've got some grudge? Are you one of those anomalies?” His teeth gritted with pain but his speech was still coherent. Perhaps losing his first leg had helped him grow accustomed to the shock. “You people call us killers, abnormalities, beasts. But you are no different. You persecute my people, young, old, killing the innocent with the guilty. Humanity is a worse stain on the earth than any living member of the supernatural world. You will reap your sins”

Finally, he let out a deep sigh. “ Okay, I know you might have noticed he's been acting strangely, and I think it's time I explained what's going on." He said “Yeah, I've been really confused. Some hours ago, he was sweet and kind, and the now, he's... terrifying." I said “I understand why you'd find it confusing. The thing is, Harry has what's called dissociative identity disorder. He has two distinct personalities: one is gentle and caring, while the other is... darker." He finally said and my eyes widened

"Then can you describe to us what Harry's usual character is?" "Character?" The middle-aged woman's tone was obviously a little dismissive. "He's just a hooligan ruffian, he has no character, he doesn't do anything serious all day long, and he is proficient in eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling." "You're saying he has a habit of prostitution and gambling?" "Yes, of course there is, and their family is being collected by loan sharks, and the walls are covered with paint, and the whole building is disturbed." The middle-aged woman's tone was filled with disgust.

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.

Nothing worked. And then, Haley the witch took Penny away. She conned her. The girl was pregnant and vulnerable. His heart had plummeted to his stomach. He hated the witch to the extent that if given a chance he would have killed her a thousand times over. In fact he hated every witch in the Lore.

“Harry…” “Do you want me to come to your hotel again? Look at you, a shameless toad lusting after a swan. Do you even look at yourself in the mirror? With such a big and abnormal potbelly that jiggles disgustingly, a fat face and body that stink. Do you think you are anything special? If it weren’t for your money, no one would spare a glance at you. How dare you tell me to come over after tricking me and acting so wickedly to me? So disgusting!” Harry disparages coldly.

Then back at her. Absolutely not. Harry was my younger cousin. Twenty-three. Rich, reckless, and had the attention span of a goldfish. He’d been kicked out of two colleges for fighting, and last I heard he was “investing” in crypto by day and racing motorcycles by night. He flirted with anything that breathed and left a trail of crying girls behind him. And Shula, my Shula, who blushed at the word ‘virgin’, was practically vibrating at the sound of his name.

Evelyn was getting on his nerves. "I tried to be considerate, " The girl spoke as she took small steps forward. "I didn't want to hurt anyone. That's the thing I hate the most. But you guys don't deserve any sympathy, " She hissed. "Your heart is poisoned by greed. You only think about being in control of everything. You just want to kill, kill and kill all the time, " Victor chuckled in amusement as he heard the girl rant. "And when you think about doing something like that all the time, it might happen to you, "

She got a feeling, if she got to know him. God! What was she thinking about? It was bad. Very bad. She couldn't be attracted to him. He wasn't just mean, arrogant and volatile. He was a grouchy, irritable, spoilt aristocrat who couldn't stand a little herbal smell and never wiped a thing in his life. He was the worst of them all. And among other things, he was Magnus' cousin and greatest rival. She could never forget it. It would be an ultimate betrayal. She didn't want him to be companionable and friendly like this. She preferred the old, regular him who always abused her at every turn. She preferred him to irritate her, hurt her till her heart bleeding than troubled her with his enchanting