Dumbledore's Little Pet Novels & Stories

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

he clears a throat. I tilt my head up, only to my surprise; right in front of me is an elderly man. It's no average man with no average height, but a huge man. I mean, this man is more significant than a giant. He wore white and gold clothing, had long white wavy hair and a beard covering his whole chin, and had golden eyes, but he was different from Dominic. This man's eyes shine like the sun. It's like looking at Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter.

Since she's not a fan of this kind of environment, it look oddly strange to her, she wouldn't stop looking around the place like a lost puppy till Leo nudged her. "Mr Wood, I thought you wouldn't make it to my party but you came, and with a pretty lady at that" Mr Doritos said as he walk up to the duo while Leo faked a smile, he wouldn't be here if he his father didn't persuade him into coming here the last time they spoke. This old man's party is not the type of party he attends because there wouldn't be any show. Preys will not easily come by. "I didn't know I could make it too" He replied, the smile he is trying hard to keep on his face fell when he saw the old sleaze checking out Isabell

He only wished that something good would happen soon. The next morning, the alpha was startled awake by the slamming of his door. Albus bagged in with a box of sugary cereal. "Good morning alpha!!," he joked , sauntering over the bed to take a seat. Legolas growled at the intrusion. But Albus didn't seem to mind as he happily munched away on the frosted flakes. Albus had been one of Legolas high school friends growing up and didn't seem to get affected by the alpha voice. Nor did he listen to any commands he didn't want to. Which is why Albus got away with calling the alpha rabbit food.

he added with a grin, "I will be delving into some transformation spells today. It would be wise not to risk turning our beloved daughter into a fluffy rabbit, don't you think?" A burst of laughter erupted from my lips at the absurd yet endearing image painted by Draco's words. The thought of Zoey hopping around as a tiny rabbit brought a smile to my face. Draco's reasoning struck a chord, reminding me of the unpredictable nature of magic and the need for caution. "You have a point," I conceded, chuckling as I imagined Zoey's reaction to such a transformation. "I wouldn't want to spend the day chasing after a hopping baby rabbit." Draco's eyes sparkled with victory, and he wrapped his arms a

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.

Amelia answered Lexy. "Werewolves don't exist, though," I tried to reason with Amelia because it seemed like she really believed this. Amelia just looked at Romeo, his ear slightly twitched upwards but his eyes remained closed, "apparently the wolves are as big as cars, they're abnormally large...a whole lot like Romeo, Pandora."

"Didn't you say you never want to see, talk or listen to anything that has to do with he-whose-name-must-not-be-spoken?" "Thank you for the Harry Potter reference, and yes I did say that." I could see her rolling her eyes, exactly the same shade as mine. "And no, I'm not feeling nostalgic. I just want to rip them to shreds and burn them crispy so I that I can forget that tomorrow is the 5th anniversary of the biggest mistake of my life! God, you have the worst taste in friends."

None of us will. In a sick twisted way, Ms. Amelia and the academy is the only home we know. The only home we will ever know. So no Reign will not hurt her. Not even for me. I sighed, made sure it did not come out as disrespect. Afterwards, I focused on the candles, literally begging it to light up as I said the spell over and over again. As beads of sweats ran down my face. “Useless,” Ms. Amelia scoffed and walked away.

The leather sighed under my weight. I could feel Pedro’s displeasure like a heat wave, but my gaze was locked on Calico. I could tell he wasn't pleased with .y behavior either, he clenched his ceramic mug, his knuckles bleaching to white. “Pardon him, Calico. He seems to have these… mood swings.” Pedro’s side-eye was a warning I chose to ignore. Calico set his mug down with deliberate softness and rubbed his jaw, a dark, tiny grin curling his lips. “That’s not a problem, Pedro, especially when he’s going to be my son-in-law soon.”