Double Door Harry Potter Novels & Stories

He pulled his hands out from his pocket and opened the door by twisting the doorknob. He turned to a line of the doorknob, as it glowed as if there was a star hidden in it. The door opened and a second door opened for him. He pressed brick with black spots, and then the brick wall started to disassemble without hands moving it. A few minutes passed and the brick wall became simply a clutter of bricks. He lifted his legs and beat the bricks. He put one hand back in his pocket. He turned to the belongings in the room he entered. There were open shelves full of potions. A cauldron with boiling liquid was smoking across the room. To the right of the room and there is a large shelf, full of bottl

The hellhounds replied, walking into a portal as they disappeared with the speed of light. * _______NEXT DAY_______ Theo woke up and sprang on his feet as he prepared and made his way to the kitchen. He took a piece of bread and dipped it into a cup of coffee as he made way to the living room just to meet his friends there. He finished the bread and made his way to the door but was stopped. “Where are you heading to, Theo?” Harry asked as Theo was about opening the door. “It’s none of your business.” Theo replied angrily as he took another step outside.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

I have prepared anyway. “How do we open the door? This door is way too big for us. Did king Oregon turns into a giant before he could open the door” Questioned Hiro “The door is open by magic key” Allan cuts in “Any ideas about the key of magic” questioned Hiro “Yes, there is a key” Allan's voice cuts in. The trio roams their eyes around the searching for a door and suddenly, a green light glows around Allan and the necklace begins to transform into an elf sprite which appears in front of them.

Ava was on her way to the garden when she heard someone screams. Who might be screaming,she thought as she was walking past the kitchen when Vandora called her. "The lord wants you to bring him his coffee,take it to him in the dungeon," she said handling the coffee to Ava with a sly smile. The truth was that Vador had captured one of the dark witches involved in the killing of vampires in the east and was interrogating her before killing her. Vandora wanted Ava to think Vador was monster.

Before he could reach her, a man on horseback grabbed her up and carried her away. When his brain finally pulled itself out from the celestial plane, it recognized the beating on the door as Haldir’s eyes popped open while the sunlight filtered through his windows. “Just a minute,” he yelled as he pushed himself up to the side of his couch and wrapped a blanket around his otherwise naked body. When he opened the door, Percy and Neville waited outside as he squinted his sleepy morning eyes at them. “What’s going on children?” Percy glanced to Neville for reassurance then asked, “May we come in and talk to you about something?”

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.