Death Eater Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Two years after the death of my husband, John Foster, I get a video call from him—except it's him from five years in the future. "John! You're still alive! Tell me where you are. I'm coming now to bring you home!" Crying tears of joy, I scramble to pick up the car keys I dropped, only to hear him say, "Actually, I faked my death to be with your friend…" As my mind goes blank, he continues to tell me everything as if none of it is a big deal. "I attended my funeral. The whole time you were crying beside my casket, I was in the back room with Adaline, getting it on with her. You thought her eyes were red because she was crying in grief. "Oh, my mother and our son know that I faked my death, too. Every year, they've found all kinds of excuses to come spend time with us instead…" My blood turns cold. My hand shakes as I clutch the phone. Meanwhile, John exhales, looking like he has taken a load off his chest. "I've already told you the truth about everything now, Cecilia, so it's up to you whether you want to continue living like a widow."

In the fifth year after my death, my mate, Kade Irvin, comes to the shack that I used to live in once again. He's not here to visit me. The truth is, his new lover, Tiffany Hart's blood cancer has relapsed once again, so he desperately needs my bone marrow in order to extend her life. When he steps into the old and ruined room, he realizes that it's empty. "Nala, get out right now! My patience is limited, you know!" Upon hearing his bellows, the old she-wolf who lives next door, Patricia Howl, rushes over to him. "Are you looking for Nala? She died a long time ago." Kade has already blocked our mind-link. Of course, he's oblivious about how much pain and suffering I had to go through before my death. He just chuckles coldly in return. "Her bastard pup is still in my hands. As if she has the guts to die! Tell her that she'd better come to me before tomorrow if she still wants to see that bastard spawn of hers!" But Patricia sighs and shakes her head. "If you're talking about Nala's pup, that poor thing died a long time ago protecting his mother…"

After three years, I finally found my husband, who had gone missing during our honeymoon. However, no matter whether I broke down in despair or became hysterical, he remained completely cold and calm, having suffered from amnesia. "The heir of the Wingers you keep talking about really isn't me. "Don't come looking for me again, or Nora will make me sleep on the sofa." The doting on another woman in his every word pierced my heart with a thousand holes. Just as I was about to give up, I accidentally overheard his friend asking him. "Three years ago, just to be with Nora, you faked your death during your honeymoon with Hazel. Now, you want to go back to living the good life as the heir of the Wingers, so you're pretending to have amnesia in front of her. "Don't you think you're being too hard on her?" Jeff slammed down a glass of alcohol. "Nora is already pregnant with my child. I must let her into the family." I gave up all hope then, turning around to stop my in-laws who were about to rush over. "Lydia, Daniel, I've seen him in person. This man is not Jeff."

My boyfriend is a lauded attorney. His true love rams into me with her car; my daughter stands bravely before me as the car explodes. She's blown to smithereens. I'm on the brink of death as I'm carried onto a stretcher, but my boyfriend holds his true love's face tenderly. His gaze is filled with heartache as he tells her that he'll get her off scot-free. He ruins the scene of the accident and buys off the witnesses. He even comes to the hospital to threaten me after I've been disfigured from the explosion. In the end, I die after the treatment doesn't help. It's only when the court announces the sentence that he realizes the deceased's personal details match mine perfectly.

Two years ago, my mother forced me to break up with my boyfriend so I could take my sister's place and marry her blind fiancé. Two years later, my blind husband regains his vision. Then, my mother demands I return him to my sister. My father glares at me. "Don't forget that Ethan was Rosie's fiancé from the start! Do you think you're worthy of being his wife?" I'm about to die, anyway. Rosalie can have the position of being Mrs. Sadler if she wants! I'll wait to see karma after my death!

My parents died when I was ten years old, but a big shot in Jade City adopted me. It was rumored that Sean Graham was a cruel and violent man, but he doted on me for nearly ten years. He booked the advertising screens in the city to celebrate my birthday and promised to marry me when I got drunk and pestered him about it. I called him Uncle Sean at his request. Fear gripped me when I woke up in his bed every morning, but I kept it a secret. Yet one time, we accidentally slept with each other. I got pregnant with his child and wanted to keep it, but I knew I would not live for much longer. One day, I heard his conversation with a servant. “Clean up Zella’s room for Yulia.” “But Mr. Graham, Miss Cooper has been staying there for ten years. Didn’t you design it for her?” “No, I only let her stay there because Yulia had gone abroad.” I touched my belly as disappointment gripped me. It turned out that the man who had promised to provide me with a home as long as he lived wanted to drive me away.

A girl who always looks alone during extracurricular activities disturbs Harry's attention. Not only that, she also withdrew from the crowd when other children tried to familiarize themselves. Starting from the sympathy Harry could not ignore Debbie existence who was always alone. But the truth is that for Debbie solitude is the ultimate comfort for her. When Harry tried to get along, Debbie already had a bad assessment of him. The reason is because Ivy's valentine's chocolate event failed completely because of Harry. The young man did not know that Debbie had bad feelings for him, that Debbie turned out to be good friends with Ivy. But then because of one incident, Debbie began to open up to Harry to grow a sense. think it's because of a misunderstanding, Ivy see Harry treat Debbie differently and pay special attention. She felt very confident that Harry put his heart to Debbie. Then it became known that Harry likes his own friend―Grace who is now officially dating his best friend which be best friend to Harry as well. Harry suffered a broken heart, as did Debbie whose hopes were dashed before planting. Time passed, they became seniors. At the end of the second year Harry admitted to Ivy that he could not forget what had happened between Debbie and him a year ago. When Harry wants to start seriously facing his voice of heart and also Debbie. The girl had already completely turned her back on others long ago. Harry realized too late, when Debbie had already confessed her love to Eric openly by accident until one school knew. Did Debbie's declaration of love work? This time will her love be requited.

Evelyn Vale was raised to fear the woods—and to kill what lives within them. As the daughter of the most feared werewolf hunter alive, she’s spent her life hidden behind high walls, reading stories of love and freedom she’s never known. But when she strays too far into the trees one fateful evening, she’s captured by the very monsters her father trained her to hate. Alpha Rafe Blackthorn has blood on his hands and vengeance in his heart. The last thing he expects is to discover that the human girl trespassing on his land is his fated mate—the daughter of the man who slaughtered his parents. Claiming her could tear apart the fragile line between peace and war. But denying the bond may destroy them both. Held hostage in a world of teeth and moonlight, Evelyn becomes a symbol of everything the pack despises—and everything Rafe cannot let go. As tensions rise and war looms, Evelyn must choose between the family that raised her and the bond she never asked for. And Rafe must decide if love is worth risking his pack… and his heart. Enemies by blood. Bound by fate. Can love rewrite the laws written in war?

I was once the best undercover agent in the police force. But during the final raid of my career, I was betrayed and killed by my husband's first crush. From that moment on, the world believed I was a traitor. My name, my honor, everything I had fought for, was erased. Now, even in death, I watched as they lived the life they stole from me. And I was left with one burning question: how had I ever fallen so far?

Three years into my marriage with Shawn, I found out I was pregnant. I nervously but joyfully prepared to surprise him with the news. Yet what I received was the news of Shawn’s accidental death. Devastated by the blow, I miscarried the child and killed myself in despair. However, after death, I saw him drinking and mocking me with his rowdy friends. “Samantha is so dumb. I can’t believe she really fell for that prank. Does she really think I’d be fooled by her? I’m not an idiot like her. What, she’s pregnant? If she was going to make up something to fool me, she should have at least made it more believable.” But our child really was gone, and I had really died.