Double Door Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Cheap but clean, discreet enough that supernatural activity can take place without drawing human attention. Room twelve is in the corner on the second floor over the parking lot. I stand in the hall for a minute, my heart performing something odd in my chest. Stupid. Dangerous. I should just go back down to pack territory and act like I never met him. Instead of which, I knock. The door opens almost immediately, as if he'd been waiting just behind it. "Zara." Harry's face crinkles into a happy smile. "I wasn't sure you'd come."

DARIUS' POV "Well, well," his smooth voice said. I turned around slowly to face Harry who was standing in the doorway. He looked immaculate as always in tailored clothes that probably cost more than most pack members made in a month. His blonde hair was artfully styled. There was a strange false concern etched into his big bright blue eyes. He looked like an angel. But Harry? He acted like the devil. "I heard there was some excitement today. Came to see the damage for myself."

That was some serious magic, and it wasn’t human magic, either. “Is that why he calls you Door? Because that’s all you’re useful for?” Ian asked, gaping at the magical gateway. I winced, but it was too late. Dor and Charlie were already both staring at him like he’d grown a second head, and that head was drooling on itself. I opened my mouth to try to do damage control, something like I apologize for my mate being a moron, but Charlie beat me to it. “Do you call your little warlock ‘Unimpressive Finger Lightning’?” he asked coldly.

Unable to reach Max, I had to go to his office. When I arrived, neither Max nor Coco were there. The receptionist mentioned they were at Disneyland. The manager tried to brief me on company matters, but I waved him off. "I'm just dropping something off." However, I froze in shock when I opened the door to Max's office. The once minimalist black-and-white decor was then splashed with color, the artwork replaced by intimate photos of Max and Coco. A corner of the room had been converted into a mini-suite, complete with a bed, shower, and—shockingly—a pair of pink lingerie hung on the wall. The curtains were stained, and there was an unmistakable odor permeating the space.

It was three fast raps, like the person on the other side of the door wanted to talk to be answered fast. “Come in,” Darius called out after composing himself enough to hide that he was on the verge of an emotional meltdown. One of his security guards from outside walked in. “Sir, there’s someone at the door who wants to see you. We’re not sure if it’s a good idea to let her in.” As he said this, he glanced warily in Astrid’s direction, but she caught it. “And who’s that?” Darius asked, standing up. His heart thumped fast. He couldn’t take this anymore. Things and people from his past were coming to bite him in the back and he hated that they were all linked to the things he had said or done

I ordered him while tucking myself in bed. “Right ahead,” he said as he locked the door. “Thank you, you may go now. I will rest for the meantime,” I said and he immediately excused himself as he locked and shut the door. “Doom,” I uttered. He suddenly appeared near the glass door of the balcony. “Don’t worry much, it’s time,” he said. “What do you mean it’s time, Doom?” I asked in confusion. “Just wait for it, and sit back as an audience. That wolf will reveal its true form,” he replied in metaphors.

A brown leathered fancy shoe stepped in, as their eyes trailed the shoe upwards they saw Harry, standing right by the door "Kitty you forgot your coat." Harry said.

Harry had a deep look in his eyes, and the emotion on his face was indistinguishable, as if he was trying to keep it a secret. After a long while, he warned, “Don’t let the young mistress find out about this matter.” “Yes!” Kai bowed and answered. Immediately afterward, Harry strode out of the study room and walked toward the bedroom next door. When he reached the door, he thought that Sienna would have definitely locked the door to prevent him from entering. Unexpectedly, the door opened up when he pressed the door handle gently. She still had some conscience. The corners of Harry’s lips curled up slightly as he pushed the door open and walked in.

Jahred taught me this spell and only he could enter through these doors now. "A locking spell?" She says puzzled. "Who taught you that?" "Jahred did, give me one minute." I said looking over my shoulders at her as I lock my hands together to say the spell. I whispered the magical spell and watched the tall, steel doors, turn to the same stone that lined the wall of the stone room. Disappearing. "Great job, I don't know many wolves that practice magic." Hunnie said, cheerfully showing me a smile and even clapped her hands a few times.

Brushing away those thoughts, I lifted my head and trotted straight to that secret door. “Wow!!” It was a huge mahogany door that reached up to the ceiling with beautiful designs carved on it. The royal symbol was sculpted on the golden handle and it was coated with glitters. But the door wasn’t locked. That’s weird. “How come it isn’t locked? There isn’t a latch nor a lock? Is it sealed by magical powers but why I can’t feel them?” I was going out of my mind. There wasn’t a single lock on the door. Christina told me that it can be only opened by Theodore.