Dumbledore Bashing Ao3 Novels & Stories

*** (Zach) ZACH BRANDON WAS overwhelmed by the sheer amount of creepy, odd information in his head. And then there was the proof, on her legs, long, angry burns and welts, dark, swollen and he could feel the pain from them. His heart had froze n at the sight – it must have hurt like hell. Hell was the right word, for that one, the sorcerer was the hell. When Aurorastarted the story first, he was just laughing to himself, but then when she showed the wounds, the claw marks on her neck – angry gashes that wouldn’t be something from your normal dog or cat – he believed. He believed her story.

On his black bookshelf sat a comic book collection that would make Kiaan jealous as well as books with symbols—some of which she recognised from Damien's jewellery. "So from what you said, it sounds like you guys were trying to summon an Alastor," he said as if the solution were obvious. "Exactly what I was thinking," Jess joked. Malus laughed. "These things usually last for a limited time." After going to his shelf and selecting a black covered book. When he opened it up, Jess saw it was full of handwritten script and drawings. He licked his thumb and flicked through the thick, off-white sheets. "Ah, did you notice if there was a full moon at the night of the spell?" he asked.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

I wasn't sure if 'boys who cry' was the name of the band this guy looked familiar from but he seriously looked like those singing pretty boys. "Oh, surprise, he has sass, I'm convinced he belongs here," Sheila suddenly muttered dryly. "Ah, a hit on Alice Idohosa– says here that you're responsible for mass murder, and thereby broke the rules that bind a earth witch resulting to you being sentenced a lifetime in here." Sheila added. "Lucky you, you get a short sentence." Jin butted in, I ignored that. "What do you mean by a lifetime sentence, I'm not getting what you're trying to insinuate," I started with a nervous chuckle.

Don’t let them see the girl shivering beneath the mask. I leaned over Daemon, my hair cascading over my shoulder to graze his arm. "And what about you, Mr. Daemon right? Do you think you can handle me, or do you need your brothers to hold your hand?" Daemon’s laughter was a low rumble in his throat. He reached out, his hand hovering dangerously close to my waist. "I don’t need help with anything, darling. Certainly not when it comes to a woman like—you... I've bedded a lot of women.... they all submit to me eventually."

“Trust me, Alex isn’t bad, and enough of the Slytherin bashing. Plus, you’re the one wearing the skin of the humans’ belief in the good mage.” Siobhanny covered her face with her hands and burst into sobs. “How could I’ve been so wrong, prejudiced, fill in your own boring blank?” She peeked up through her — crocodile — tears, and I crossed my arms. “It’s almost like sorcereses haven’t been waging war with mages for centuries or being attacked by wolves.” I snorted. “When were you attacked by a wolve?” Harry’s robes bled into a scarlet hood, when a wicker basket now swung over a slender arm. I gaped at the butthole LLRH, as she slyly studied me back.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

Erik calmly answered her. "Albus Dumbledore is currently in the Great Lounge, and he is not the Headmaster of Hogwarts anymore. He was suspended indefinitely for breach in the school charter, and I'm seriously thinking of charging the 'old boy' with almost 700 counts of child endangerment. And about 'your Susan's' letter, you haven't read about it because of one of the wards that I took down earlier. Its objective was to control information. It applied a notice-me-not charm in certain parts of the letter pertaining to certain information, in this case, the attacks that happened in the castle."

His grip on my fingers suddenly tightened, as if he were afraid I'd disappear. "Albus's family all died because of a werewolf," he replied evenly, but there was a hint of suppressed anger there. "His children, even his young grandchildren. Nothing is left." My smile immediately faded. My heart raced, and a sudden feeling of nausea gripped my stomach. "Are you too...?"

I caught sight of Davina and Albus having a tense discussion with Jamal. I understood that it was a bad look on the Chancellor because this abomination happened right under his nose and in his school. I looked at Yulia who seemed lost and distraught at the gory sight before her. I could literally feel the emotional turmoil she was currently going through. “It would seem that someone is boldly trying to reenact the war we tried so very hard to stop and prevent,” Albus said as he joined me in watching the bodies. “There is not going to be any war, wizard, this is all a distraction,” I replied coldly.