the boy scratched at the skin on his wrist so hard it bled. he'd been doing it all summer. so much so that the skin on his left arm was nothing but scabs and irritated skin. it itched. it constantly fucking itched and it hurt. but the subtle pain was a decent daily distraction from his mind. and harry liked that. ther...
**WARNING** smut, contains heavy sexual content, swearing, drinking, fluff, teasing, porn. A fan fiction about Harry Potter. Love interest being Harry Potter. Leia Bright is good friends with Harry and the others but at the ball in sixth year she starts to notice him in another way, had he suddenly become so attractiv...
"He'd do it again if it meant she got the chance to live." "He looked at her, actually looked at her, and wondered how anyone who saw her, didn't fall in love with her." "A trade was to be made." "Friendship was going to be the only way to get through this." "And it was then, Estella realized, he didn't want to be sav...
☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ (Harry Potter x Fem! Reader) ❝ 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫...
"we were just kids when we fell in love," |years 1-3| PART TWO OUT NOW!! thank you forever for 2M reads🤍
❝sʜᴇ sᴀᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟʟɪɴɢ, sᴏᴜʟʟᴇss ᴄᴇʟʟ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴅʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏʀᴛᴜʀᴇ. ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ғɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴍɪɴᴇʀᴀʟ ғɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏʟɪᴅ sᴛᴏɴᴇ ʙʀɪᴄᴋs. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ sʜᴜᴛ, sʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟ. ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ʙᴇ...
❝─── 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭. . . 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 ‶𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞.ʺ ───❞ "Oh you have no idea how happy you make me," said Harry, resting his forehead against...
Two burning hearts that dared to break Remeber, nobody said that it would last forever. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, had always felt as if everyone he loves, he loses. This still applied when he fell head over heals for her. They were what you'd call a perfect tragedy, one of the few fairy tales without a happy en...
