Dark Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Finally, he let out a deep sigh. “ Okay, I know you might have noticed he's been acting strangely, and I think it's time I explained what's going on." He said “Yeah, I've been really confused. Some hours ago, he was sweet and kind, and the now, he's... terrifying." I said “I understand why you'd find it confusing. The thing is, Harry has what's called dissociative identity disorder. He has two distinct personalities: one is gentle and caring, while the other is... darker." He finally said and my eyes widened

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

However, the young girl then replied to him in a firm and unmistakably natural tone as she stated, ‘There’s nothing to be afraid of. But Nene, if you knew where my scars came from, you would probably think of me as the chief of all evil, just like everyone else. Harry closed his eyes. Those bloody fights seemed like a dream in retrospect. They had been long gone for many years, but what never disappeared was the invisible black mire behind him. The gravitational force inside was pulling him in little by little. One day, he would be pulled and dragged, and then trapped until his demise… Harry turned sideways.

They have been here before with Chaney but still, this darkness was giving Anna a shiver. "Why are we here by the way? Is this a shortcut?" Asked Harry. "This is the same Dark forest, Harry. But somehow it keeps on changing. I don't know. Chaney said this forest will give you enough hallucination and knowing that we don't have sundial with us. I hope we aren't both doomed."

He was standing far far away from the group so he was obviously not a part of us, he was looking down all along but as he lifted his head, I saw a his eyes turn deep red before he disappeared completely leaving me shivering against Lucas's body. ¶•¶•¶•¶

Haven said, handing Derek her Ipad. Derek began making a series of weird noises and facial expressions. I was immediately jealous, but if one of us could find someone at least that was progress. He was the one with a looming deadline. Derek put down the Ipad and held his hands like Mr. Burns from the Simpsons, looking evil. “Okay so, hear me out,” he said, looking at Haven.

Professor Snape approaches a little to look at it, and says. "Indeed, it is the Dark Lord's wand." The atmosphere got stale in the room, just for it to be broken by a melodious feminine voice, Leona's. "I don't know who." Erik chuckles at his wife, and explains it for her. "You-Know-Who was a calling name given to a megalomaniac terrorist dark wizard that called himself 'Lord Voldemort'. He terrorized the British islands about 13 year ago." Leona's nods at Erik's explanation, and notices the obvious flinch that the wizards had when he said the guy's self given name. She continued to ask.

It couldn’t be. The temperature changed. Almost as if the air conditioner itself knew the devil had returned and needed to make the room warmer. Her body went into alarm. The hairs on her skin rose. Her hands froze around the speaker. She didn’t want to turn around. She didn’t want to confirm it. But she had to. Slowly, Eliana looked toward the doorway. There he was. Standing in his perfect darkness. Like the dead had returned to life. Black upon black. Everything about him wrapped in shadows, like darkness itself had chosen a body. Cesare stood in the doorway.

Another punches my stomach while I’m simultaneously being shoved down to the ground. “Let me go,” I scream, or at least I try to, but no sound leaves my lips. Suddenly, something shifts in the air. The large men surrounding me freeze before taking position at my sides, letting me see what is ahead. Who is ahead. A man steps forward, a large black cloak covering his body and dragging against the mud as he moves. His face is shrouded in shadows, but I see his eyes. They are sharp yet deep, a swirl of greenish-brown filled with death.

He pointed at the blood on my arm and said, "You're bleeding." "It's not mine." I looked around the area. Not yet no enemies. "Don't move." The air shook with a deep growl. I slowly turned. A huge figure came out of the darkness and stepped forward. Not a wolf. Not a person. Something in the middle that was put together with dark magic. It had black eyes that burned. Aaron cried out. I moved ahead of him. Get to the tunnels quickly. Right now.” He wasn't moving. "I'm not going to leave you."