Bludger Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Thug One nods his dark, closely cropped head. "Dandridge is coming with us," he says in a deep voice that one would expect from someone his size. Harry slowly lowers the bat and takes two steps in my direction. I keep my pepper spray trained on him because he's still got the bat. The buckets of sweat dripping off Harry's face are telling and there's a good chance he might pee his pants any second. His willy is still hanging out and this is not something I care to see.

"And what is your name?" "Brandur the Destroyer." Brand decided quickly to use the moniker he had been given before his pack had been transported to the future. He wished he knew what year this was. Magnus' eyes widened at the pronouncement before he chuckled. "Ah, a formidable name. So, you are a great warrior on top of being a part of the Sköll Clan? How fortunate we are to have you grace our longhouse." The crowd mirrored his laugh. "And how is the famous Brodolf the Berserker these days?" he asked, his tone light and full of mirth but his eyes sharp and assessing under his heavy brows.

Wood splintered around me. “Aziz!” Pelin’s voice cracked, full of terror. I surged forward again, tackling the beast to the ground. My hand locked around its throat, my knee digging into its chest. But it didn’t breathe. It didn’t have to. “Pelin!” I roared, sweat beading at my temple. “The hellblade! In your purse—now!” Her hands fumbled in the corner, the sound of zippers and clattering makeup spilling onto the floor.

Henry's POV I closed my eyes shut as I anticipated that painful moment when my head would fly off my neck but then... “Unhand him," I heard a voice say causing the men to stop. I opened my eyes and I saw the men looking all scared and afraid. What is causing them to act this way? My eyes slowly landed on the man who had spoken and my eyes dilated in shock. Victor Blade! The most notorious and dangerous assassin ever, who is known for hunting fellow werewolves and other supernatural creatures like vampires and witches. What is he doing here? Is he perhaps the same assassin at the alley? Is he also after the bounty??!

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I don’t know anything, but I’m still learning.” He reached up and flicked his ear with a smile. “Goblins don’t have pointed ears, we’re also normal-sized, just like you. House elves don’t even exist, so I’m guessing you’re thinking about those little critters from the wizard movies, what are they called?” “Harry Potter, and they were books first. Really good books, by the way, if you’re a reader.” I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. “Muffler breath? Read? Ha! That’s a good one!” Jade said as she set a drink down in front of him.

I hit my head with my hands, trying to push away the confusing thoughts as I continued walking to class. The final bell rang and I hesitated to leave the classroom. I knew what awaited me outside; a group of bullies, ready to pounce on me. I waited for everyone to leave, but it seemed like they were taking their own sweet time. As I was lost in my thoughts, I suddenly felt something cold and wet dripping on my head. I gasped in shock and looked back to see Steve's friends, grinning at me. They had poured water on me. My shirt was soaked, and my skin was visible from underneath. I felt a pang of embarrassment and shame wash over me.

His eyes, once filled with malicious intent, now reflected pure terror. Harry emerged from the shadows, holding a gleaming dagger. He brought it to us, the three Lucas family members, and spoke with a chilling calmness. "Shall I do it, or will one of you?" His words were harsh, but we understood the gravity behind them. Firstly, Roy had to die; otherwise, this nightmare would never end. Secondly, despite everything, Roy was our family, and Harry respected our decision in this final moment.

"You're safe now." Aqua's vision blurred as the exhaustion and emotional toll overwhelmed her. Before she lost consciousness, she felt a gentle touch on her forehead, Aunt Cleo's magic weaving a protective spell around her. When she awoke the next morning in Cleo's home, the memory of the night before was a fragmented blur. Aunt Cleo had taken away the worst of it, sparing her the trauma of remembering how she had killed her attackers with dark magic.

"Is this 'Blade' guy strong? What kind of person is he?" "You might not know this, but aside from the wealthy families we see in Brookbourn's surface, there's the existence of a ruler in the underworld, as well as an organization called the Draco Hall. Draco Hall's second-in-command is Blade. He's a capable fighter, and he only got to where he is now by killing people. They say that he faced more than a hundred people with only a blade in his hand, and by the end of the massacre, more than sixty of them lay dead the ground, while the others ran off because they were scared out of their wits!" Diane said with a frown.