dudley hurts ginny fanfiction

He returned from a lifetime of fighting Outer Gods, reborn as the unremarkable Dudley Dursley. But his peace is a lie. A Sealed Artifact from his past has followed him. A malevolent energy festers in his cousin's famous scar. And a hidden world of "wizards" has just knocked on his door. While they worry about a long-dead Dark Lord, Dudley senses a deeper, more maddening corruption at play. As the powers of a [Lawyer] and an [Arbitrator] reawaken within him, he will impose his own order on this naive world of magic. At Hogwarts, they expect the bully from Number 4, Privet Drive. They're getting a master of cosmic law and order instead. I've Deleted the Nationalism, corrected the Dialogues, Names, Charms, Spells and Sequence and made some changes to certain things. Hope you like it! ______________ Get access to advanced chapters at my P@treon. [email protected]/meowthtl

One minute I was playing Hogwarts Legacy, the next I was staring at a very tiny, very annoying Harry Potter. I had been transferred into the body of the infamous, overweight, and blissfully non-magical Dudley Dursley. It was a terrible situation... until I realized my Hogwarts Legacy Game System came with me. Spells? Check. Gear? Check. The ability to gain rewards by proving superiority? Double Check. Suddenly, being the Boy Who Lived cousin isn't a sentence, it's an opportunity to feel a new world. While the rest of the world worries about Voldemort, I'm focused on power-leveling, getting a reward, mocking voldemort and finally the most beautiful woman in the world. Harem? Please vote who should marry Dudley. Update: Monday, Wednesday and Friday Important Note: This is rewriting fanfiction from my original fiction novel, I did this because the old fiction has so many loophole.

NSFW WARNING: It's porn with a plot. __________________ Where a reincarnated boy finds himself in Dudley's body and decides to ride that Harry Potter main character's energy backbone while banging some hot witches. (Dudley has average magic in this. But he has the power of knowing the damn plot. Also, Lily will be alive.) "Harry, my best brother, can I get a small loan of a million dollars?" Starts from 3rd year. [Porn with Plot] ___________________ NOTE: These are my big chapters divided into smaller pieces. My chapters are usually 6k-10k words long. If I don't post daily, or a lot of chapters, Webnovel punishes me by drowning the book in the sea of rankings. ____________________ Join my P@treon for advance chapters and NSFW Artwork: https://www.patreon.com/MrPlotThickens Free NSFW artwork and polls for the next series on my Discord: https://discord.gg/W5FdB6WXaP

Dudley Dursley was always just a background character in Harry Potter’s story. The spoiled cousin, a boy destined to be forgotten. I didn’t think much of that character either. Until the day I woke up in his body, carrying memories that didn’t belong to this world and a system capable of redefining my limits. Destiny no longer felt absolute. And accepting the role of a mere observer, while the future of the world rested in the hands of a child, simply wasn’t necessary. Some people believe Harry’s path is already set. They’re about to be surprised by the impact I can have. Magic, ambition, and a system have shaped who I am in this new life. This is the story of my rise as Dudley Dursley.

William Conwell only wanted one peaceful evening: start a fresh Baldur’s Gate 3 run, make a character he wouldn’t hate in two hours, and, for once, actually get past Act I without deleting everything out of spite. After endless tweaking, experimenting, and contemplating his life choices, he finally crafted the perfect protagonist: Vrinn, a half-Drow Storm Sorcerer with wild white hair, storm-touched eyes, and zero facial hair. A sleek, striking, “I’m absolutely the main character” kind of look. He clicked BEGIN ADVENTURE. The screen flashed white. And William’s soul vanished from Earth. Across the planes, on the world of Toril, fate was twisting. A young half-Drow, Vrinn, had just been seized by Mind Flayers. Terror drowned out every rational thought as he was forced into a pod, a tadpole driven behind his eye. His heart couldn’t bear the shock. It stopped. His soul slipped away. And at that exact moment, William’s reincarnating soul arrived. Not gently. Not cleanly. But violently, crashing through the dying body’s fading life-force and slamming into the middle of the ceremorphosis ritual. The result was something the multiverse was not designed for. William awakens submerged in viscous alien fluid, lungs burning, mind fogged. Lights strobe. Flesh and steel writhe together around him. The Nautiloid groans as explosions tear through its hull. And something wriggles behind his eye. But what should have been the birth of a new Mind Flayer… isn’t. The ceremorphosis sequence was interrupted, its biological rewrite colliding with William’s reincarnating soul. Instead of transforming him, the tadpole is forcibly fused with him, its instincts mixing with his consciousness, its psionic blueprint overlaying his human soul. The Storm Sorcery meant for Vrinn is overwritten, the Weave itself bending under the strain. In its place, new magic awakens, cold, psychic, alien. A mind not entirely his own. An Aberrant Mind Sorcerer, formed from a merger that should be impossible. Dripping with mucus, breath hitching like a bad Wi‑Fi signal, and magic sparking at the edges of his scrambled brain, William hauls himself out of the pod. The Nautiloid is in full catastrophic meltdown mode. Somewhere, voices are screaming. Overhead, tentacles thrash through the sky like they’re auditioning for an avant‑garde interpretive dance. All he wanted was to hit “New Save Game.” Instead, he’s stuck in Faerûn, inhabiting a body that should’ve been deleted from the character creation screen, packing powers that read like patch notes from a bugged update, sharing headspace with an Illithid parasite, and nursing the sneaking suspicion that the universe clicked the wrong file. Still, if this is the glitchy respawn he’s got, he’ll make it work. Maybe even have some fun. After all, if the multiverse shoves a cosmic horror into your brain, you might as well see what kind of cool tricks it comes with.

In which Dudley Dursley is given a chance to go back and have his way with the wizarding world. Of course he's going to take it.

This is not a love story. This is an obsession that learned how to breathe. Ginny and Blaise were never meant to be a gentle pairing. She was wildfire that refused to dim. He was a mafia assassin raised in the last of the Sacred Twenty Eight, trained to kill threats in the dark and come home with a gift in place of confession. They are The Lovers reversed. They are choice twisted by fate. They are devotion sharpened into obsession. Ginny wants freedom. Blaise wants her. Only her. Always her. Their marriage is forced, their pasts are violent, their connection is toxic and magnetic in equal measure. They fight, they kiss, they cut each other open, they cling in the quiet afterward because no one else would survive them. If you are searching for soft romance, look elsewhere. This fic is blood, bruises, soul bonds, obsession, gore, and two people who love each other so deeply it destroys them both. This is not rainbows and healing arcs. This is violence in velvet bedrooms, soul bonds written in law, dangerous obsession, and two people who should never love each other but do, with a devotion that feels more like doom than destiny.

Dudley Dursley, who traveled to the world of the Lord of the mysteries, did not expect that he would return to the once warm home and the day of his eleventh birthday. When he thought that all the strange things were gone, he discovered a yellow-coated book in his birthday gift, and at the same time, a magical world slowly unfolded in front of him.…… To support me and to read chapter in advance go to patreon.com/harsh07

Follow Dudley and Harry as they grow up like brothers and discover the powers of Magic together. Parseltongue. Wandless Magic. Adventures including and beyond Hogwarts! Mostly canon compliant. If you think you know this story, just wait and see! Late Romance. Yummy.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.