Double Door Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Giving me a light tug, she leads the way down the hall until we reach a huge set of double doors that are at least fifteen feet tall and about the same width across. The door is the color of blood, contrasting beautfully with the black walls that surround the door. Carvings of people in varying forms of torture at etched into the door as high as my eyes can see, with the depiction of a massive creature split in half between both doors. “So that’s where that went.” Levi says, coming to stand beside Morgana and I, his gaze intent on the door in front of us. He glances down to Morgana with his brow raised in question. She shrugs nonchalantly in return, earning a chuckle and a head shake from Le

“Did you come to watch me get eaten?” “Something like that.” I walk closer but stop at a safe distance. The door doesn’t move, but I swear I can feel it watching us. “Any progress?” “Progress would mean not dying.” She kicks lightly at the floor. “I’ve tried every low-level opening spell I know. This thing doesn’t want to be opened. It wants to be fed.” I stare at the wood and rub my arms. ‘Creepy old door,’ Scar mutters. “Is it true?” I ask. “Does it really swallow people?”

Not quite a smile. "Come in," he said, and stepped back from the door. The inside of the house was not what I had expected. I had prepared myself for an extension of the fourteenth floor. The controlled stark look, the deliberate quiet, the atmosphere of a space that had been designed to function rather than to feel. But the entrance hall had a child's drawing framed on the wall. A large figure and a small figure standing in front of something that might have been a house or might have been a tree. The large figure had dark scribbled hair. The small figure had what appeared to be a rabbit under one arm.

I got my bag and opened the door. Oh my! I almost closed the door again because I am surprised that there is an apparition in front of the door. Not the devil! It's Mr. Harold! What is he doing? He has nothing to do with me! Besides, it's already seven o'clock, is he not going home?

"Got it. Though we had to outsmart some very annoying Pokers to get it." "Pokers?" Nyla raised an eyebrow. "Evil little tree creatures who like to trap people in pits and collect their bones," Dalia said with a shudder. "But we figured it out. Eventually." "What about you two?" Kaida asked. "You both look like you've seen ghosts." "Something like that," I muttered, not ready to talk about what I'd had to do in the Mad Mage's cottage. Maybe I never would be. Then Gretchen and Kai appeared. Gretchen's hair hung heavily with damp strands plastered across her face, and she was wearing what looked like a jacket over her shoulders, shivering slightly.

This time he took his time slower, giving himself time to sniff everything. Nothing jumped out at Joel as odd until he returned to the kitchen. There he saw a door he never noticed before. He stared at it and realized he had to concentrate to keep looking at it or his gaze would wander away from it. Joel walked up to the door and sniffed. A powerful scent of magic surrounded the door. Odd. Rose spelled the door so no one would notice it? This had to be it, Joel thought as looked up at it. Joel hopped up on his back legs and used his front paw to pull down the lever knob and open the door. It swung open, revealing a narrow, wooden staircase leading down into what looked like a pitch black bas

Yet, I sensed nothing. Zane stepped closer and ran his fingers across the steel surface before looking at me. "We could try to blast it," he said. Felix huffed. "Seriously?! Have you packed explosives into the car?! Because I don't remember putting Semtex in the trunk just in case!" Harriet sighed, pushing Felix and Zane aside. "Stand back, kids. Granny needs to work some magic." She stepped toward the gate, closed her eyes, and stretched out her hands. As she muttered a spell, the steel door started to heat until it became red. Then the giant medieval-like latch with the steel bar melted and the door slid open.

The double-door is actually just a revolving door, leading nowhere but back inside the arena, which was kind of peculiar. “Is this your own version of strolling around, Zayden? Literally around the same spot.” Andrik sarcastically remarked. “Don’t get smart with me, Andrik. I still feel like drowning you because of what you did during that water game.” Zayden threatened as he leaned on the wall far next to the double door. “I’d be pleased to see you try.” Andrik responded and leaned on the wall next to Zayden but with enough distance.

Eva silently prayed for a miracle. Eva's life is like hell on earth. Where Jack is drunk or not, he will find a reason to beat her. She's thankful that Jack never lays a hand on their daughter. Year by year Jack gets worst. He even watch porn videos with the sadistic theme to learn new things he can do to Eva. Even when Eva begs him not or for him to stop, only gives him more arousal. Because he felt dominant, more powerful. "Where are you going?" Jack asked when appeared by the door.

Nike scratched the back of his head as his other hand reach on the inside of his robe to get his wand. "Alright, I'll gonna use a spell for this one then." As he said that, Nike waved his wand and muttered, "XEKLEÍDOMA" As soon as he was done chanting the unlocking spell;, the doorknob turned by itself and right after that, the massive wooden double door open on its own. To their surprise, the interior of the place is not affected by the same reddish-brown color that dominates the entire Blood City.