Double Door Harry Potter Novels & Stories

my mother says without looking at me before opening the door for me. I swallow my fear down and walk inside, repeating her words: you can do it, you can do it. Damon and Aiden are seated at the table and I can feel their eyes on me as soon as I enter, but I don’t pay attention to them yet. My eyes land on the man who stands up with a smile to greet me. Harry. Forty-five years old. A tall and athletic body, warm amber eyes, neatly styled light hair and a face that belongs in an action or superhero movie. Harry is still as handsome as the last time I saw him, but that’s no surprise.

Was it Harry Potter going on live in front of me? My mouth was wide open while my eyes opened big like balls. He entered the room with me trailing behind. The room is pitch dark. I couldn't decipher a thing. All of a sudden, lights emerged from a point coming straight to my eyes. I covered my eyes with my hands and peeked through the gaps in between my fingers. Lights were emitting from a big round circle that was formed in the air. It's enchanting. The vibrant colors spread everywhere. Erix pulled me closer and picked me up in his arms and entered the portal.

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!

He transformed back to himself, just like I know him to be,a very old man of almost eighty years with grey beards. “Well,what do you want? Some love potions?” I shook my head. “Since when have I needed love potions?” I had met Door during one of my trips and even though he was powerful,he was cursed and as he preferred to say it, he traded his memories for powers. He would lose an important memory after a powerful spell, he didn’t seem to mind anyways and said that it was just a small price to pay for something huge. Door wasn’t his name, he had performed a powerful spell and couldn’t remember his name and just stuck to being called Door. He was the most powerful and jovial person I know an

I need to start jogging again in the morning. "Stand aside." He waves his hand backwards and we take a few steps back. Branson closes his eyes and starts murmuring something. A spell, maybe. Just then, the wall starts moving and Tessa clutches my arm. The wall slowly slides away to the left, revealing another door. "Fuck!" Alex's jaw drops. "J. K. Rowling surely came across this place and then wrote Harry Potter." He chuckles and I nudge him with my elbow. "Let's go." Branson says and opens the door. Tessa's hold gets tighter on my arm and I praise Moon Goddess for not giving her sharp nails.

He asked, "Remember this? At Harrowell Library, you were reading by the window. The sun was shining on you, and I thought there wouldn't be anyone in the world as beautiful as you." I snapped the box shut. "The past is the past." "I can't let it go. I just can't," he said, all serious. Rain poured down in Hudson City that night. I figured he would leave, but then security called me way past midnight. "Ms. Douglas, Mr. Carter's still downstairs." I peeked out the window, and there he was—standing in the rain, stubborn as ever. "Let him in." I sighed. He was soaked through when he stood at my door, looking like a total mess.

It possessed a geometry that was too perfect for the rough, organic interior of the hut. It was a Door. The frame shimmered with a faint, violet luminescence, pulsing gently like a slow heartbeat. The center of the door was a swirling vortex of black, but deep within that blackness, Ressi could see faint glimmers, like distant galaxies spinning in a void. It looked deep—impossibly deep. The fire in the hearth seemed to shrink away from it. The temperature in the hut plummeted. Fear, cold and primal, washed over him. He scrambled backward until his back hit the reed door he had been about to open. "Mungu wangu," he whispered.

“What did she ever do to you, you monster?” “She wasn’t much use,” he said with a cold shrug. His tone was casual, as though discussing weather. “Then I learned she wasn’t the only one left. That you were still breathing.” Rhea’s heart thudded painfully against her ribs. Varek’s grin widened. “And unlike her… you could open the Door.” Her knuckles whitened around the branch. “Door?” she demanded hoarsely. “What door—?” “The Door for AURA.” His voice dropped into a reverent growl, his gaze darkening with obsession. “The gate to the creature that will drown this world in chaos. You’ve seen him, haven’t you?” His eyes gleamed. “In the dark of your dreams.”

June rolled her eyes and they started down the staircase, both on high alert. Once they reached the bottom of the stairs, they were met with a simple oval doorway that had a sturdy oak door. "This is where I would typically have to stop. But with your permission, I can follow you in. You must give the door a blood print, though." he pulled out a small knife and handed it to June. "I can do it for you if you like. But it needs your blood to make sure you can do magic." June sighed and took the knife, pricking the tip of her finger and smearing it on the door. They both watched as the oak soaked up the blood within seconds and slowly started opening.

“He will not escape.” Harry looked at Sigrid, who nodded, before shrugging and shoving the Van Helsing in. The shelves rattled as the Van Helsing caught hold of them in order to steady himself. Meguitte closed the door and turned and walked away. “Trouble,” Harry said under their breath. “Big, big trouble.”