Double Door Harry Potter Novels & Stories

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?

Valerie’s scent only grew stronger. I followed her scent where it led me to another door, much smaller this time. The frame around the door broke to sheds when I used all my force to break through, and glided down a staircase. There were four doors in front of me, but one was made from metal. I touched my paw to it, and felt it throb with the burning sensation inflicted by the door. Silver. Silver was poison to our kind. There was no way I would get through the door cast from silver. Clearly, the witches meant to keep our kind out - or they were keeping our kind in.

Nyla replied shakily, her eyes trembling. "Then we run like hell and hope she's too crazy to follow us far." I gave her a look that could be described as the opposite of blind faith. Nyla didn't look convinced at all, but to be fair, neither was I. This whole thing was insane, but we were running out of time and options. I knocked on the wooden door, my heart hammering so loud I was sure the Mad Mage could hear it. Bless my soul, Goddess, forgive me for all my bad deeds.

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.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 9:08 AM Erik soon arrives at a Gargoyle Statue, and it just jumps aside, granting him passage to the Headmaster's Office. Climbing the stairs, he arrives at the Office's door and opens it. Stepping into the office he immediately pauses. Erik then looks at a shelf with dozens of silver knick-knacks on it. Some of them were whirring, some were puffing colored smoke, and some were swinging. His senses focus on the items and his suspicions were confirmed: Items with blood magic for monitoring. That's definitely not a legal thing to do.

“There is your brother.” “I hope it is, at least,” Haven said as she opened the door and then closed it behind her. She made sure the door was tight to the wall, and then she walked out to the front of the house. As she opened the door, she knew that it was her brother at the door because she could hear him talking on the phone. It seemed like he was busy with doing things already.