Voldemort Claiming Harry Potter Fanfiction Mpreg Novels & Stories

His arm tightened instinctively around her shoulders. “Father, mother,” Harold began, looking away from Alaric to stare at his parents. “What’s going on-” “That,” Alaric said, his voice cutting through the room like a blade. “is my mate.” Every head turned toward him. Eliza’s breath left her in a shaky exhale. “She is the woman that belongs to me,” he continued, refusing to take his eyes off her. “She is my mate. I have marked her. And I am here to claim her.”

VIVICA'S POV "Oh, babe, you're absolutely glowing," Michelle said the second I stepped into the kitchen. "Pregnancy really looks good on you, Vi," Rachel added, nodding like a bobblehead. I rolled my eyes so hard I almost saw my own brain. These two bitches were even bigger liars than I was, and that was saying something. There was no baby. There was no glow. All I did was drink a nasty-ass potion I got from a shady old witch so that I would smell like a pregnant she-wolf, but of course, I wasn't going to look any different because this was all a giant trick. I just needed Tormund wrapped around my finger, and a fake pup was the only way to seal the deal before he realized I wasn't the girl

"Well wish again then. They are a pain in the ass. You know as a kid he never peed on dad, little on mom, and every fucking time on me. It's like from his very birth he took an oath to get on my hit list." Simone choked on laughter as I rolled my eyes. "It can't be that bad." I rolled my eyes. "It's worse." "At least you two have each other." She responded. "You two love each other." I shot her a flat glance. "Are you nuts? I love him as much as I love Voldemort and FYI I hate him." "That's just a cover-up. Deep down you do, you know it." I frowned at her persistence. "What is this? Family reunion?"

I noticed a small couch in a corner and took a seat on it. "Do you always watch me every night?" She suddenly asked me breaking the silence. "Since you got attacked," I confirmed and she nodded. "You're quite calm for someone who just learned that completely fictional characters actually exist," I pointed out. I've noticed ever since I told her that I was a vampire she kept a calm expression as if she's been told the exact same thing her whole life. "I really don't know either. I just feel this weird sense of belonging." That's probably the effect of the sacred book on her. She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing.

“I am not a rogue vampire and I’m not a monster.” “Ruby is actually one of our top students. With how she’s performing at the school, she will be graduating early,” the headmaster agreed, giving Ruby a small smile. It warmed my heart knowing Ruby was doing well here. “They are all the same,” Amelia said through her teeth. “We will never have an alliance with vampires. Witches and vampires will never get along.” “I’m marrying a vampire,” I blurted. Her dark blue eyes grew even darker as she glared at me.

Taken in excess over a long time, it would only hasten the body's collapse. I stared at those few lines. For a long while I said nothing. The steward's voice was so low it was nearly inaudible. “Lord Adrian, Madam may have been ill for a long time.” Ill for a long time. As those words landed, the air in the study seemed to turn cold. But I was a vampire. I wasn't supposed to feel the cold. “What do you mean?” I heard my own voice. Low, and unfamiliar. The steward bowed his head.

I forced myself to get up, my newly scarred body protesting every movement. Damien's study was just next door. The safe in his desk had a familiar combination - the date we first met. "I'll never forget this day," he'd told me then, crimson eyes glowing with what I'd thought was love. "The day my blood first recognized her mate." But nothing inside belonged to our story. Instead, I found dozens of bottles of blood supplements for vampire pregnancies, still sealed, pressed against Vivienne's blood test results.

Dang it, Charles; you couldn’t have taught me the whole spell! “Listen, if I don't get you to Charles in a few hours your face is going to stay like that, and as much as I hate that ugly face of yours, this is creepier than Voldemort. “He rolls his eyes, which have no eyelids by the way before standing up.

"I can buy you a new kidney. Just say the word and agree to be mine." I froze. "What?" He blinked innocently"Nothing, I said, what would you like to eat,” I narrowed my eyes and grabbed the menu. “Pretty sure you didn’t say that.” “Pretty sure you imagined something else. Maybe you're already falling for me.” “That's not how that works,” I said quietly. He went quiet too, staring at me. He seemed like he wanted to say something but thought better of it. I scanned the menu, squinting. “Why does everything sound like a spell? Risotto al tartufo nero,what am I summoning? Voldemort?”

The very first time I laid my eyes on him, I never thought I would end up loving someone like him. But everything changed when I met Alec. The chief of vampire council and my mate. My hands were on fists when I woke. I felt like there was something in me that was making me tremble. The images in my head are too clear, I couldn't think of any logical reason for what is happening to me. What did I see? Why did I dream about those events? And it's worth mentioning that it felt so real, that I was really there when all those things happened.