Novel & Cerita Death Harry Potter

I shrieked as two smaller versions of the armchair started to chase me. I didn’t know what to do, so I did the only thing I could think of. I kept hacking at the chairs. Every hack caused them to multiple. Fucking hell. When everything started doubling, I felt like I was in Bellatrix Lestrange’s vault in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. This is how I’m going to die. I’m going to drown in my mind in a room of small armchairs trying to kill me.

DARRAGH’S POV I remembered dying. The witch's eyes had gone black right before everything ended. I'd paid her for information about Ronan O'Donoghue's crimes: the concealed murders of Ciara O'Callahan and her parents. I was going to expose him, bring him to justice. Then darkness came. Now I stood here. Same gathering. Same drink in my hand. Same faces all around me. Hell. This had to be my personal hell.

"Scream as if I am dead." I screamed. The sound ripped through the forest, a raw, animalistic cry of grief, rage, and profound loss. I screamed until my throat was raw, until my lungs burned, and then I screamed some more. The Council arrived, drawn by the sound. The old man led them, his white eyes gleaming, his gray skin stretched taut over ancient bones. "The half-blood has done it," he declared. "She has killed the pureblood." He approached Niklas's still form. "Finally," he murmured. "After all these years, the Vollbrecht line is—"

Harry thought in panic as he tried to escape the two beasts that bore down on him, his friends couldn’t do anything to save him and Theo was weak. Theo watched as they grabbed Harry with his cloth which was already burning, Harry screamed in pain as the pain was unbearable, the beasts were trying to burn him alive. The hellhound that dipped his hand into his heart tried to remove the dagger but it proved abortive. The death of Carly flashed through Theo’s head, he remembered the promise of revenge for her death and now he was about to lose Harry. Tremendous anger surged through Theo, his eyes sparked blue and his veins sprouted out, they showed vividly on his body…

Nobody knows. It was a very hard time, we were at war. Me, Harry, Hermione, Ron and the whole Hogwarts. At war with the one who's name should not be taken. I will though because "Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." Voldemort with his wicked army , stood infront of us. We all were on the battlefield with our wands and brooms ; flying in the air , casting spells on each other. The sky was painted metallic and lighting bolted every ten seconds. We fought until we made the Dark Lord vulnerable and then I stepped forward and swished my wand. "Avada Kedavara!", I spelled out; and the light escaped my wand. It struck him and he collapsed. "Now you are a nobody knows!" (No body

There was nothing left for Gandalf to do except reflect on his vanishing existence, his heartbeat gradually slowing until it ceased altogether. Xavier let out a howl after confirming that Gandalf had finally died within Harry's body. The werewolves outside immediately smiled with joy upon recognizing the victorious howl delivered by Xavier. Xavier rushed to Viggo's side, offering his support as Viggo struggled to remain on his feet. Viggo's eyes were fixed on Harry, who lay on the ground. Suddenly, a dark aura burst forth from Harry's body, dissipating into the air. Viggo's heart raced as he realized that the malevolent influence of Gandalf was no longer present within Harry.

I pull him into a hug, he cries into my chest. Youit is dead, Lawrence. " We need to get out of here, they might come back. " Alex says suddenly. " I nod. " Alex, call Heitor and have him send someone to get us out of here. " I say without looking at him. " Yes, my Sir. " He walks away, leaving us alone. I run my hand through his hair tenderly, trying tocalm downit a little. I feel Damon's presence behind me. " Harry died. " He speaks without expression.

I'm almost there when I see him. A figure standing at the water's edge, his back to me. My heart seizes up. No. It can't be. But the height is right. The build. The way he stands with weight on one leg, the old scar that never properly healed. He moves, and the world tilts. "Harry?" His face. I see that face. Dreamt about it, nightmare about it, mourned about it. But he's not alive anymore. Kael killed him. I watched them carry his body off.

It might blow her cover that she overheard the conversation she heard. But the way she observd him it was not the signed she knew of an epileptic attack. She suspect he need a fix. It shocked her to the core. When did Harry became addicted to drugs? She wonders, is it the catch for him to kidnap her. Ok she need time to digest these things but first thing first. She pulled Harry to the bathroom and submerge his body in the ice cold water.

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