Bleach Harry Potter Crossover Novels & Stories

Said a voice from the back of the class. "New York City," I replied. "Why is your hair different?" Said another. "Because my dad has strawberry blonde hair, I inherited his genes," "Is Ella Hathaway your mama?" "Yes," I said. "You're pretty," A pretty boy said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "That's not a question, but thank you," I responded, smacking my lips. "Do you plan to overthrow Heather?" What? Those kids were unbelievable. I didn't even know who Heather was, this was probably the third time her name would be mentioned.

Healing potion in hand, this one is different, as its contents are greenish, which means it has a much higher level than those found in the markets. Dr. Grey takes the potion, opens it and I can smell the faint scent of herbs spreading, she then brings it to Klaus' lips and makes him swallow it, I can see the magical glow begin to pass through the man's body and the cuts Ayla had made disappear, his muscles take shape again and his skin become pinker, healthier. I approach and put the handcuffs on Klaus, Grey looks at me alarmed.

I clench my fists, determined to prove her wrong. As she turns to leave, a wicked grin playing on her lips, she pauses and looks back at me. “One last thing, Xavie listens to me. We don’t want him to change his mind about you now, do we, Luna?” she sneers, chucking the bleach at me. My heart sinks as I realise the lid isn’t on the bleach, and it pours over me, burning my skin and ruining what’s left of my dress. I bite my trembling lower lip, vowing not to let her break me.

I shrieked as two smaller versions of the armchair started to chase me. I didn’t know what to do, so I did the only thing I could think of. I kept hacking at the chairs. Every hack caused them to multiple. Fucking hell. When everything started doubling, I felt like I was in Bellatrix Lestrange’s vault in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. This is how I’m going to die. I’m going to drown in my mind in a room of small armchairs trying to kill me.

She was happy. “Goodbye, Justin Hayder.” Hayley uttered as she pulled out a dagger and stabbed him. Justin moaned, he felt the pain of the dagger in his belly, he stared at Hayley with pity-filled eyes. “No!” Janeka said stretching her hand forward as she ran towards Justin. They used their magic to travel so fast but they were not fast enough because the deed had been done. Hayley glanced at them and she stabbed him again, they were almost close when the oak tree absorbed him, it gave off a bright gold light and they shielded their faces falling to their knees.

Sunshine screams as the mixture flying through the air strikes her down. I step inside the protection ring. I reach out to make an opening and pull her onto our side to protect her, but before I can pull Sunshine into my magic protection, one of the minions grabs Sunshine. He hits Sunshine one time with the salty-smelling potion, and it penetrates her body.

She muttered as she placed the herb mixture into the chalice. She then took the knife with her hand closing her eyes. She began to chant quietly, the words so soft and mumbled if someone was listening they wouldn't be sure if she was talking at all. She then grasped the knife and slashed her palm. Blood flowed from her hand into the chalice. As her blood hits the herbs and crystals the lights in the bathroom shut off. A glow came from the chalice that lit up the bathroom. A purple color smoke came up and wrapped around the mirror. Kristen leaned into it, her own reflection twisting and changing. Kristen's brown hair was replaced with soft golden blond and her eyes darken to brown. Lydia was

Blake Perspective As I slowly open my eyes, the tantalizing aroma of sizzling bacon and brewing coffee wafts into my nostrils. My blurred vision reveals a bustling kitchen where pots and pans clatter and clink in a harmonious symphony. I feel a warm hand on my shoulder, and a soothing voice assures me I’ll be alright. The gentle touch and comforting words instantly eased the pounding headache and queasy stomach that plagued me after a wild night of drinking. As I scan my surroundings, my eyes lock on Hermione, who appears to be on the brink of collapsing.

I grab a pouch from a nearby desk and place the bloodroot in the pouch along with a knife. “What in the Harry Potter... Is the ceiling moving?!” She shrieks. I chuckle, “It's depicting our galaxy as it moves in real-time.” She blinks in astonishment, then her face contorts into a mask of guilt. “What’s wrong?” I ask in concern.

It shimmered in the moonlight, a celestial blend of silver and blue, like crushed stars. "What is that?" "Ground wolf bone. Moonflower petals. And a drop of my own blood." He extended his hand towards me. "Breathe it in. But be cautious. The vision it imparts will reveal your true self. And truth is not always easily perceived." Hesitantly, I leaned forward and inhaled. The world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of color.