Deathly Hallows Snape Novels & Stories

“It’s…an elixir.” Alfos broke into a mock laughter, which surprised Isolde. He twirled on his heels and faced her, gritting out. “An elixir? Do you expect me to believe you? That you truly want to help Draco? That an antidote exists out there?” Isolde swallowed past the guilt that clogged her throat and said, “You’ve got to believe me. There’s something called the Deathbane. It can heal him. I believe it’ll.”

I cooed as he enjoyed my affection. Ironically, I named him after a Harry Potter character, but he seemed to like it. Plus, Nagini in the film was a girl, but my Nagini is a male and a familiar. Once my magic grew stronger, Nagini appeared from my magic and took a form of a snake, a cunning and sneaky creature representing the cycle of birth, death, and rebirth. Another is that although they are considerably beautiful, getting close to one can cause destruction. "But-"

Everyone was mesmerized by the breath-taking beauty of the chalice that glowed under the yellow light of the chandelier. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

Always ~Severus Snape, The Deathly Hallows. •• "Is it true?" Khaleed questioned, bursting through Nadia's office uncaring of the meeting going on. Her assistant flinched from the interruption, deferring to Nadia for instructions on what to do. She quirked a brow at him before dismissing him, returning her gaze back to the samples of the new lipstick she was launching. "It's a little drier than I wanted," she continued. "But it's perfect. Let Ahlam know that we can proceed with the shipment."

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

Hooded. They moved toward the forest edge. I followed, silent. Just outside the tree line, they stopped. Pulled out a small stone. Murmured words. A communication spell. Active. I stepped from the shadows. “Drop it.” The figure froze. Then slowly turned. They lowered their hood. Helena. My heart stopped. “Sophia,” she said. Her voice was calm. Sad. “You.” The word came out hollow. “I’m sorry.” “You killed Derek. You spelled him. You’re the mage.”

Stanley announced, pausing to finish his sentence as though he loved the dramatic effect, “Kill him!” Hazel’s instantly tried to begin crying , but but quickly warned herself off it. If Stanley y and the others heard her, she would give Snarl away for sure. No self-respecting she-witch without powers would ever have anything to do with the son of a traitor. Just hang in there, Snarl , Scar thought as calmly as she could, hoping that somehow he would be able to sense what she was thinking. Don’t give in. Pass whatever stupid tests they throw at you!

An unknown contact, yet the content is unmistakable – a picture of a battered Daren accompanied by a chilling message: "72 hours are up, Elena."

"Hmm… Mr. Dante!" I said and felt delighted to see him. "I heard the news that you were able to survive a quest that was ranked S-tier, I still can’t believe it, although you've changed a lot that I almost didn't recognize you. I was kinda embarrassed at his statement since Mr. Dante was the vice-commander of Deathly Hallows, a famous group composed mostly of A-tier challengers. He tried to recruit me once as a runner during their raid, only that the commander opposed it so it didn't actually happen.

"Raeann, there is going to be a war, people will die and some of them may be ones that you love. The Academy has pledged allegiance to the Howling Warriors, so have the Ravenclaw coven. Soon enough, blood will flow." His reptilian eyes searched for her emotions, and he asked her. "Would you like to know what Quinley gave me earlier?"As Raeann nodded slowly, the warlock prince put his hand in his jeans pocket and pulled out a small vial. Its contents shimmered within the confines and he smiled tenderly as he answered.