Dark Lord Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“And that her awakening will mark the beginning of the Great War between the packs and the rogue wolves under the command of the Dark Lord.” I felt a shiver slide down my spine, but it wasn’t just from the cold. The words seemed to hang in the air, thick and suffocating, as though the very mention of the Dark Lord had summoned a darkness into the room. The weight of it pressed down on my chest, and my heart raced faster. “So the Dark Lord…” My voice trembled as I forced out the question. “He’s real?”

I asked, my brows furrowing as I crouched beside him. He wrapped his hand firmly against mine then said, “What if I told you these rogues aren't fighting us through ordinary means? But with dark magic, would you believe me?” He kept his eyes fixed on mine, and my expression turned confused. “I still don’t get what you mean. What exactly are you trying to say?” I asked as he adjusted his position. “I think Dark Lord anticipated our strategy and turned it against us.” “But how is that even possible?” I asked, looking shocked.

said the creature. Sirius lazily combed his dark lux, biting his lower lip with his fangs this time before he jumped out from the chair and picked up the little princess' unicorn. "I don't know." Sirius grimaced while he threw the unicorn mid-air and sliced it in half using the reaper's scythe. "Fuck vision. I've marked that girl and she'll be my food on her 20th birthday." he licked his lower lip in anticipation. "You gonna have to go through the dark lord first." the creature said while it flew left and right. It also saw the vision of Sirius under the command of one little princess in the future.

Lord Yong asked. “Yes. A group of black magicians cast a powerful spell on him. They cast a deadly spell on him. The Dark Lord is a powerful wizard so it was not possible for them to kill him with their powers. So, they cast a spell of leprosy on him, as it was done through dark arts it was impossible to cure it.” He continued to narrate the whole mishap happened with his master.

The merciless punisher; anyone who opposed him faced a vicious animal. He was compared to Voldemort in Harry Potter —he who shall not be named or whatever. We all knew it was him behind the attacks, but we could only hope that it wasn’t. After all, hadn’t we convinced ourselves that fear was just a product of our creative minds? I looked over at Lily, who was rocking back and forth. Could she be wrong and misinformed? I pray she is wrong!