Dark Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I was surrounded by darkness. ** You're not a good person, there's no way you want to be a better person, the darkness of your past surrounds you, you can't escape yourself, the voice echoes louder and I was screaming. I woke up so fast and it was all a dream, all my body was covered with sweat. "It's just a dream you don't have to force yourself to sleep, it's been over seven hours since you slept,'' he mumbled as he put his hand on my forehead.

In the film The Prisoner of Azkaban, Dumbledore addresses the Hogwarts students in the great hall and says, "But you know, happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light." * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy

" The race began. Each recruit had a compass, a map, and a backpack. Lee watched number ten run at a steady pace. Looks like she has a potential playmate. Well, we shall see the results soon. She walked off the field, back into the control room to monitor their movements. Back at the estate, Dash was busy preparing for Lee's revenge. He was given the responsibility to take Hannah to school and back for the period Lee led the training. He walked around the living room, shirtless as he prepared lunch for three. Wanting to be extra sufficient, he added a fourth ratio instinctively. The man wore a headphone. From where he stood, his sexy movement could be seen. His lean back was on display for a

Witch Ciara gaped as that book slipped from her hands, her eyeballs were about to fall out of their sockets. “Y-YOU have done it alone! You channeled the hell fire back to its origin!” Madam Helena spread her arms on her sides and ascended in the air, a burst of that divine light almost blinded us as she announced. “And that dark wizard is dead as well.” The death of a dark servant? Blimey! My hands collided for clapping at this fortunate occasion for praising her openly. Our world was now freed from the fatal shadow of the darkness, this called for a great celebration.

“Sterling.” I feel him before I see him. A warm presence, close enough that the subtle scent of cedarwood and something darker wraps around me. My pulse performs a ridiculous little leap. I turn, and the first thing I find a perfectly tailored black tuxedo on a broad chest. I keep looking up. And looking up. Good Lord. How tall is this man? Finally… I reach his face. Thick dark hair. Dark-rimmed glasses. Intelligent eyes that somehow recurrently made their into my dreams over the last month.

The lock clicked open with a heavy, pneumatic hiss. I looked back at Kasimir’s towering silhouette framed against the firelight. He thought he was playing a chess game against rival corporate boards. He thought he had trapped me here to act as a public shield. He had no idea that the shadow he was hunting was sitting in his own dining room, waiting to drink wine with us. I opened the heavy door to my room, stepping over the threshold. As I reached out to pull the reinforced door shut, my eyes caught something resting on the small glass vanity table near my bed.

Jared asked, as the constant mention of Henry brought him back to reality from his world of thought. "Henry went to see his mother so he would know what year she destroyed the darkhold. One of the most powerful magical books of all time. It's said that as you practice spells from it, it constantly feeds on your soul and possess it, making you crave for more and more power," Alfred replied.

Vlad leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh. "People will say Darkness but she was the first light of my life..." Vera couldn't understand what is he trying to say.

It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body. No mere witch was capable of such a feat. One would have to trade his soul to the darkness to be able to perform such an act. And whosoever was at the dark side, was an enemy to the light, and the living. But this monster stood tall before me, eyes black like the abyss it had been awakened from. “All these for a maid?” I knew a fight stood before me, unbound by the shackles of death. I, on the other hand, had no time to waste. Strigurd was prepared for a bloodbath.

Blood pooled beneath them in the dim light of his flashlight. James stood there staring at his team, all of them lifeless on the warehouse floor.