Novel & Cerita Voldemort Is Harry's Grandfather Fanfiction

Though someone may have complained about the lack of vitality. However, something unexpected hit Dante when one day, a woman came to his door with a child claiming that he was his father. There was no way that Dante would admit it because he didn't believe in women anymore when his mother left, not to mention the pure pleasure from fresh. But the DNA test left him speechless. The woman asked for quite a lot of money and left without any hesitation, she was soon gone again as if she never appeared. If it wasn't because of the child standing lively in front of him, Dante would consider all this as a dream, a nightmare. He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got wa

Harry, Katherine’s father and her grandparents were stunned to see the previously crying child, suddenly wanting to go with Ashton. ‘Did he cast a spell on her?’ Katherine wondered with her mouth wide open. “Grandpa.. don’t be sad. I promise to come and see you often..” Crystal kissed her grandfather’s cheeks. “Promise to take care of my daughter..” Harold whispered at her ears. “I promise, grandpa..” She squealed. “I will miss you Cristy baby.” Harris hugged her closely and kissed her forehead. “I will miss you too, Uncle Harry.” “Then don’t go. Stay with me..” He told her, even though he knew what her reaction would be.

That’s the only way it was possible for her to be his twin sister’s child. “No, she had her before she passed away! You clearly don’t know what happened because you know what happened and how you didn’t want anyone to talk about Andres around you.” Martha’s words made me stop and think. Maybe I was wrong. After what happened between us, I literally turned him into Voldemort. No one was allowed to say anything about him around me. It was that bad so if I didn’t know everything that happened years ago correctly then it’s my fault. “Didn’t his sister die with his other family members?”

Harry replied, "I really love Uncle Levi, Uncle Levi loves me too. But I'm not with Uncle Levi, because Mom and Uncle Levi don't take the initiative to express their feelings to each other, so they miss each other." This kid, what a devil child, can say anything, knows everything. Grainne continued: "So does Harry know an uncle William?" Harry nodded, "Of course I do. I'm also engaged to Uncle William.

Their full attention now on Wynter. In a flash like movement, Voldemort lunged at us, grabbing Wynter by her throat. Using his nail, he cut down her shirt, exposing her neck. "GET AWAY FROM HER!" I yelled, attempting to save Wynter.

"Mom, Dad. I'm so sorry." But Dad was shaking his head, Mom too. "Sweetheart," Mom said. "It's not." She sighed out some of her own sadness, the air heavy with it. "We both knew this day would come eventually." She smiled up at him, glittering tears making shining paths down her face. "Harry is immortal. I made him promise we would end our mating before I was too old."

He wants to give his grandfather respect, but he also doesn’t like his grandfather bad-mouthing people he cares about. “Grandfather, you are retired and cannot just come in here and act like you are in charge. We have the situation under control. Dad has been removed from his position after falling prey to a truly sadistic vampire’s compulsion. The dangerous vampires have been put down, and dad will spend his life in the dungeons. Do not make me put you in the cell next to him.” He sighed.

The murmurs in the hall grew louder, whispers spreading through the air like smoke. “A human actually has a blood-bound partner?” “Absurd.” “She’s lying. Humans lie when they’re desperate.” “Trying to provoke Lord Tom. What a desperate gamble.” Tom’s gaze was fixed on me, cold and disbelieving. “Rowling,” he said slowly, as if savoring a bitter name. “Do you really think fabricating a fantasy will sway me?” His gaze swept over me with undisguised contempt.

"You kids are so dumb, don't you get it yet?" Lord Voldemort asked, a smirk plastered on his lips. "Get what!" Damon yelled angrily he was already tired of this man badderdash. "Damien was my brother so Damien is her fucking father!" Lord Voldemort half yelled as an evil aura lurked around him and his eyes blazed with fire. "What... what, did you...just say?" Summer asked, her voice somewhere melancholic as she crashed on the floor. "Summer!"

"V-Voldemort." Some staff members flinched at the name. The cold sweat was still pouring off Albus' face, and he talked again. "Tom Marvolo Riddle was the birth name of Lord Voldemort. He was one of my students here in Hogwarts. I was the one that delivered his acceptance letter at the orphanage when he was eleven years old." Albus Dumbledore said with labored breathing. He looked up to Erik, and found him smiling at him. "See? Was it that difficult?"