Voldemort Is Harry's Grandfather Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Calithra's eyes gleamed coldly with hostility as she spoke sinisterly, "You may go back now, Harry. I will prepare for a bit before setting out." "In that case, I'll be taking my leave now, Grandma!" He didn't want to stay here for another second and hurriedly went out, shouting as he left, "I'll be waiting for you in Cloudcove, Grandma! You have to avenge Mom and Dad!" With that, Harry limped off as quickly as he could with his bad leg, finally leaving Vilemoor behind him. This place was too error and mysterious for words, and it made him feel too uncomfortable! He swore that he wasn't going to return there again next time!

I said coldly, “and I drop it. Then no one wins.” James’s face twisted with fear and pride at the same time. “Oren…” Vida’s smile finally vanished. “You wouldn’t.” “Try me,” I whispered. “I’m done being your pawn. Both of you.” For a long second, no one moved. Then Harry Vida did something none of us expected. He started clapping. Slowly. Deliberately. “Well done, daughter,” he said, voice filled with genuine admiration. “You really are mine.”

He yelled. "Grandfather, I didn't pull any tricks," I said. "Don't think I don't know you threatened her '' he said, eyeing me. I was shocked, how did he know I threatened her? Is grandfather a wizard or something? "I am not a wizard, I trained you since you were 13 when you gold digging whore of a mother left you remember? I know everything about you!" He yelled. How did he know I was thinking he is a wizard, it's official that my grandfather is a wizard.

If they are able to give us a hard time now without the vampires and sorcerers then we are in for a harder time that I thought. “Here’s a good spot. We aren’t the type that should get into close range combat. It is our place to support the wolves at a distance, and fight off their wizard as well,” Grandpa explained to me as he stop on the second landing on the stairs, leading to the castle. “I am not sure they have a wizard yet. They couldn’t have replaced me that quickly, not unless they had a backup already that I didn’t know of,” Blake added, making Grandpa relax a bit.

There was no way Gadriel couldn’t recognize him. Gadriel’s heart started pumping faster. A cold sweat ran through his little body. Even his lungs had been increasing the demand of air. Something wasn’t right there. Finally, a wooden door was all that separated him from seeing the real wild beast his grandmother indeed was. But it wasn’t necessary for him to open the door and see what was happening there, because it was enough for him to see through the groove between wood spacings and realize who his grandmother was. There he saw a man with blood in face, asking for forgiveness while Thomas was beating him up and his grandmother, with a hand on her waist, was laughing. The man in the seat wa

Maya had just finished speaking when Harry's curses could be heard, "My Zedd, is the sole heir of the Jones family. If any harm comes to him due to your incompetence, I'll dig up your ancestors from hundreds generations back!" On the ground, Amara was crying, and Grandpa and Grandma Jones were confronting a frail nurse, shouting, "Get that Ivy, who's here to make money, out of here!" Ivy gazed coldly at the absurdity unfolding in front of her, then spoke in a composed manner, "I'm right here." She calmly walked toward Harry, who had pulled at her collar and dragged her to the bed of Zedd. Ivy was seething with anger, but she held back her emotions and kept her composure.

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.

Harry unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He stepped closer. “Trust me, Ivy. We don’t need the healer or the antidote. This way, we’ll even have our own pup… You’ll have to be my mate then, won’t you?” He reached out and lifted my chin. “Even in this life, you can never escape me. You’ll always be mine, Ivy.” As my consciousness faded, it hit me. Harry had come back from past, too.

“Yes, Spellcaster.” He looked into his magic pot again, and wrinkled his forehead, and asked, “Who is his grandfather?” “Old Pa Walter is his grandfather. He gave …” “Stop. I say stop. Why are you courting disaster? Why didn't you disclose to me that the person in question is Old Pa Walter's grandson?” Now, Hazel was befuddled, and was losing her sanity. “I didn't know that I should have done that. Pardon my oversight.” “Did he visit his grandfather?”

"I can just picture it. Eligible bachelor gets shit faced after being dumped by Ex-girlfriend" "'If I make the headlines, I'll have no other choice but to marry Annabel. And you know I'd rather die than do that. I will not be a willing pawn in the hands of my scheming, evil father" Handel said and shivered. "Any one listening to you would think your father was Voldemort or some evil, old emperor. He's just an old man, sheesh." "Whatever. Just don't ditch me. Come by later and we'll go out" Handel replied.