Was Snape Harry's Father 소설 & 이야기

He sneered at Alexander, his lips curling with contempt, even as his eyes shone too brightly. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” Harry went on, pointing at him again. “You’re trying to scheme against him. You think I’m stupid? You think I don’t see it? All of this—” He gestured wildly at the door Oliver and Kane had used when they had left to give them privacy. “—it’s just you trying to get at my father. And it won’t work.” The words rushed out of him, tumbling over each other, but the last one faltered. His voice trembled despite his best effort, a thin crack betraying the fear beneath the bluster.

" He chuckled at what I said which automatically brought a smile to my face. "Alright. I'll tell you something you don't know. My mother's name is Seraphina," he started, his voice sombre and his hand absentmindedly stroked my hair. I remember how my ears had perked up. Lucas had always shied away from taking about his mother. "Harry had wanted a younger woman, you know, someone to make him feel like he was in his youthful days again. My mother turned out to be more than what he bargained for. He fell in love with her and decided to divorce Doris."

"What do you think you never found out about us while using all your power and money?" Harry doesn't want to trust after all—Mr. Aiden is his father. Mr. Aiden made his image of a god in his mind. "Stop trying to turn me against my father!" Harry grabbed both of her shoulders in rage while hurting her with his grip. "Harry, you are hurting me!" Noah groaned while trying to shake him off. "It's time for us to expose ourselves, sis!" Merry said while opening the door. "MERRY!" Julian muttered while watching her get out of the car.

Harry paused as the look in his eyes turned increasingly greedy. He took a step forward and stared at my parents, not holding back his words at all, "Besides, you promised me before that you'll give me this house. Transfer the house to my name right now, and I'll take good care of you. I'll cook and clean for you just like before. Otherwise, don't even think that I'll do anything for you!" "No way!" My father started yelling as he pointed at Harry's nose while trembling. "Sandra and I worked hard all our lives for this house. Why should we give it to you? You're just a liar, and we were blind to have accepted you as our godson!"

"Then who else is his son?" Harry barked, "Have you taken me as a fool that I would not recognize my own son?" Darcy's lips curled up into a smirk before she said, "Your last sentence just proved your first sentence was correct, Harry. You can't recognize your son. What right do you have to call my son yours?" Harry's hands clenched. He did not understand why Darcy was refusing to accept the truth when Leo was clearly standing before his eyes.

“Your father, Harry—he’s the one who did it. He orchestrated it. He killed your mother because she was the key to the prophecy. Because you, Samantha, were the one who would come after him. The one with the power to challenge everything he’s worked for.” The words hit me like a hammer. I can’t breathe. The ground beneath me shifts, tilting in a way that leaves me dizzy. I want to deny it. I want to scream, to lash out in disbelief. But I can’t. The truth is too solid, too real. My father—Harry, the man I grew up with, the man I trusted and adored—he murdered my mother. I can’t fathom it. I can’t wrap my mind around the idea that the man who raised me, the man I thought was my protector, was

I tried to talk Dad out of letting me change schools. “Why can’t I just finish my final year at Sunders and then come to Oakland to join you?” I tried to argue with him, but he just wasn’t having it. I even cooked his favourite meal on our last night at Sunders to try to convince him, but Dad is nothing if not stubborn, and unfortunately, that is a trait Harry got from him. Not me, though. Me? I am as gentle as a dove and sweet as sunshine. Just ask the black nail polish and the dark eyeliner in my drawer, they’ll tell you.

It was pretty loud so I paused my music and looked up at him. "Your dad really killed his own flesh and blood," he asked me. I said yes then explained that he did because he'd been late to his birthday party. Everett's eyes were full of horror. "Maybe he really wasn't his son, although they looked the same, you know like Draco Malfoy's dad in Harry Potter," I mumbled with a grin. Everett looked off in thought and chuckled. "Your father looks identical to the character that played Draco's father in the movie, same long blonde hair and pissy disposition," he laughed heartily and I shrugged with a smile.

he told me. “Tch! Of course they will. Is that it? I already know that already” I scoffed. “Dad told the world we aren’t his biological children” Harry commented and my eyes widened. “Wow, really?” I asked to be sure. “Yeah. According to him, Finn is his legitimate son while we are nothing but just some random kids he adopted” “We are not. He is lying” “Yeah he is but he said it with his mouth so he’s no longer our father. The fuck!, I don’t even care. He’s just Sebastian to me now” Harry said with an expressionless look.

Grainne said excitedly, "Harry, who do you think this is?" Harry glanced at Carwyn, disgusted, and replied, "Dad." Originally, when his father returned, Harry was overjoyed. But then he overheard his mother talking to the housekeeper, you know The name of the other father is just a fake. But for some reason, she couldn't expose him for the time being. So he had to collaborate with his mother. But since knowing the other's father's name is fake, Harry is no longer close to him, and rarely calls him father. Now, Harry thought Carwyn was still the fake dad. Grainne said, half laughing and crying, "Harry, do you hate me?"