Voldemort Is Harry's Grandfather Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

Violet “Is that you-know-who?” I lowered my voice to a whisper even though he most likely could hear our every word, down to the ragged breaths I let out. “Voldemort?” Olive replied instantly, but this time her sense of humor wasn’t a comfort, not when Hael had gone out of his way to threaten me against coming here. “No, much worse.” “Does he look angry?” I couldn’t help but ask, scolding both Lacey and me for the shiver of glee that tickled my spine from the thought.

That will be changed now, and he could even turn out to be the most hateful and vicious person we’ve ever known. Of course, Jenna swears that won’t happen, that she made sure Harry would remain as he once did. But how on earth are any of us supposed to believe that? I don’t care what the doctors are saying; they can’t predict the future. My grandfather has foresight, but he sees nothing out of the ordinary when it comes to Harry. But that means nothing to me. It’s been two days, and Harry seems to be just as he was before he died. But that doesn’t mean anything either. The changes in his behaviour may not arise until he’s much older.

Harry spits, backing away but unable to leave, cornered by his allegiance to the silver Omega. "She's beautiful," Ariadne says in a way that gives Victor chills. "I understand why you'd be so eager. But what will you say when you meet her again, that you tried to kill her son and grandchildren." Harry looks furious, red painting his cheeks, injured and weak. He crumples to the ground, bowing his head. "I just wanted to raise someone strong, someone that w-wouldn't die on me or-" and his eyes flicker hatefully to Victor, "-turn on me."

I didn’t know what he wanted yet, but if it had anything to do with Violet, then I wouldn’t hesitate to erase one of the most powerful families in the world from the board. Power meant nothing to me if it threatened what was mine. Violet shifted beside me, and I felt the subtle tension in her body. When I glanced at her, her eyes were filled with confusion as she studied the unfamiliar faces before her. My grandfather noticed my expression darken, then turned his gaze toward her, a slow smile spreading across his face as if he found this entire situation entertaining. “I suppose I should introduce myself,” he said smoothly. “Kim Seo-joon. Hades’ grandfather from his mother’s side.”

I swallowed frantically, choking slightly on the sheer volume of his seed, but forcing it down my throat just as he demanded, tasting every single drop of his power over me. More of it spilled over my lips, leaking out the corners of my mouth and tracking down my chin, painting me in his mark just like he promised. Draco stood completely still for a long, agonizing moment, his chest heaving, his fingers slowly loosening their death grip on my hair. He let out a long, shuddering breath, looking down at me as I knelt there on the hard floor, breathless, tear-streaked, and thoroughly ruined.

It can't be her. “Was that someone? Talk to me Hermione. That book was actually given to me by my grandmother before she was killed in the war between the witches and werewolves. I can't loose that ...” My grandmother sobs for the very first time ever, Ketura pulls her into a hug. I fight the urge to roll my eyes at them. “So, what do we do now?” I ask with my arms akimbo.

Lily asked. “Like Voldemort, he put pieces of his soul into objects so he could live forever. Evil fucking bastard, with his snake head.” Cyrus explained. “So, you’re actually turning Lily’s beautiful story into a kid’s story about a wizzard villain?” His mate April asked, rolling her eyes at her Cyrus. We all laughed. Cyrus always had a movie or song lyric to quote to explain a situation. “It’s not like Harry Potter. You can’t resurrect us using our grandkids.” I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide.

Aeron admitted. Voldemort sighed, revealing a side seldom seen. "I never forget a favor," he confessed. "You see, before your father became king, he had saved My family and I during an attack on my kingdom. Your father, then was just a patrolling soldier, had called his army to aid us, nursed us back to health, and we became friends and allies. However our, friendship soured when Your father became power-hungry and declared me an enemy for not joining him. Despite the betrayal, I know I owe your father for saving my life and kingdom. So, when Pelenore approached me, I couldn't refuse the call for help. So, here we are."