Double Door Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Albert laughed evilly "Desmond pushed me this far" he added "Someone help me" she shouted "Like I said no one's helping you, Even lord stone can't connect with me here neither can he hear my thoughts nor yours" Albert smirk "Let me go " she kept shouting as he began pulling her into a big dark building "Where are we?" Sera's asked looking around the house as fear grip her. Suddenly the dark house was filled with light, making everywhere sparkle "Wow... it's a beautiful place" Sera said senselessly as she admired the house

The friend raised his eyebrows and replied: "I'm just going to have fun with you." It's time for you two to find a manager and lead you to the hallway. The scene in front of them was three or four men crouched on the ice-cold floor. Jane was leaning against the wall playing with a lighter next to him was a girl who looked also pretty but relatively immature. Suppressing their curiosity, they called for an hour. "Mr. Jane." Jane heard the new call to look up, seeing who they had come to collect the lighter indifferently replied:

"I might be able to. Never picked a lock on a ship before, but they can't be that different, right?" Spitfire grabbed the knob to examine the lock and a spark of purple Hex magick popped around his fingers. The knob came off in his hand and the door opened a slim inch. "Okay..." Spitfire was staring at the knob in his hand, unsure about what just happened. "Look at that! You little genius." Doll hugged Spitfire and then stuck his head out the door. "I don't see anyone. Let's go. I'm not clear which way to go but Hades's pull feels stronger if we move down the hall."

He wants to kill you and make your soul his puppet so that you will open that door for him. He plan to kill you on full moon for the ritual to make your soul his puppet and that's why I come on earth to save you cause if he failed to open that door on full moon then nothing happens. That door can only open once in twenty four years. I'm short of words now just think about all the information I gained. But there is something kept bugging me from start and I want to ask it. "Do you wanna ask something," he sensed my confusion and ask looking straight in my eyes.

Me: What do you want now? Harry: Open your window!! I'm just about to fall. Fast!! Me: What are you doing? Harry: Jess!! I'm about to fall!!!!! He hung up. I went to open the window in a hurry. I found Harry hanging outside my window as if recreating the spider man scenes. I helped him to climb in. "I think doors are made for display. Isn't it?" I asked angry. "It was so great out there. Nice experience! You should try it once" He smirked.

The inside looked very alike to Master Zorylle's mansion but this one's wider and more extravagant. "Oh, I didn't expect this," Doreen mumbled. "Me, too," Eve agreed while roaming her eyes around the place. We continued walking along the dark limestone floors. We followed Master Zorylle as he turned to countless hallways, until the people we were passing by got fewer and fewer until we stopped in front of a tall door of dark oak. In the middle of the doors were carvings of symbols, those of which looked foreign to me. Master Zorylle knocked silently, until we heard a small 'Come in' from inside. I was expecting the master to plainly twist the knob and push open the door but of course, in the

Harry's father isn't kept in his room like I thought he would be. Instead, we walk down to the dungeons and I start to wonder why Harry would keep his father there. But its unlike any other dungeon, it's deep and it doesn't have gates. Instead, it's an iron door with four guards in front of it. Harry dismisses the guards, and he opens the door. I watch him as he does so. Once the door is opened, Harry is the first to step in, and I follow suit.

I was about to knock when the door suddenly opened on its own Wow! Their door is hightech huh! I just went in and I saw an old man sitting in a chair with his hand on the table. He is old but his complexion does not have any wrinkles. He also sat up straight and his body still looked strong. He looks like the Dumbledore of Harry Potter! His hair is also white and he has a long mustache like dumbledore! Could it be that Dumbledore has a missing twin? Oh my god! I’m getting crazy!

“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.