Gaunts Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Petrified that he might actually get his hands on Sky, I use all my strength to get out of his grasp. James is startled by the fact that I have just effortlessly manhandled him. I'm a little shocked too but I don't dare show him that. He stumbles onto the ground and the shock in his eyes us somehow visible even though it's dark. I'm pretty sure I'm not my usual self right now so I don't question how I'm able to see this clearly in the dark. James's confusion grows when he sees his prescious Aurora stalking over him, I guess the demon version of Aurora never stood up to him, well guess what, I'm not Aurora and it's time dear James understood that.

Lizzie asked, a distracted, slightly hysterical laugh soon following after. “Then what's this?” Harry gestured around them, his arms moving into a theatrical arc, “What's with the audience?” Sean wasn't even looking at him–or at anyone for that matter. There only that… that one thousand yard stare. And Harry wasn't sure what to make of it but the older man looked like he had seen a ghost or something… which was fucking creepy since ghosts are real and Harry wasn’t interested to hear another story about one. He shifted from foot to foot, “…Lizzie?”

As I was thinking about it, Beth retreated to other side of corner and that female ghoul growled lowly on Draco and me ‘URRRGgggggggg……’ voice of female ghoul sounded as if she was choked in water, all of sudden her facial expression changed and she shifted her attention toward Mr. Hanzo who was unconscious, she quickly rushed towards Mr. Hanzo with help of her both hands and legs and stretched out her sharp looking blood covered claws towards him however the moment she touched him she shrunked back and I was able to see white colored smoke coming out of her fingers.

After a while, the shadows of the hands returned to where they had come from, and the room was back to the way it was as if nothing had happened. Ginny resumed eating quietly, really as if nothing had happened. Both Ansel and Andrew thought that it was the terrifying power of the last Dracula. In fact, it was Ginny's special ability. She can manipulate the vision of the person she is targeting. The things they had just seen, the thousands of hand shadows that appeared from all directions that looked like corpses wanting to come out of the darkness were only seen by Ansel and Andrew. It happened because Ginny manipulated their eyesight.

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

It’s dangerous yet I find myself wanting those captivating eyes to never look away. It frightens me to my core and I panic. “My real name is Harry and I come from a hidden world known as Hogwarts. My grandmother is Gandalf.” I sound stupid, I’m so stupid. The fumbling words leave my mouth before I can control them. I expect confusion from him, or maybe he’d look at me like I am some weirdo, but…he laughs. He laughs out freely. The laughter stems deep from within him, rich with real cheerfulness. As always, I’m entranced by it. The wind picks up the sound fast, playing it in the air.

Right into the crowd of the dead. “Am I still your fiancée?” I couldn’t help asking in response, looking around and noticing a ghoul roll its whitish iris just a foot away from me. He was cracking his long steel-hard claws. On the other side of me, I saw a draugr open its huge maw and look up into the sky. Its dry skin covered its bones, and its mutated muzzle was so scary I wanted to cry out. Nevertheless, I kept silent. I only squeezed the necromancer’s hand more tightly.

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

Torches burned in iron brackets on the walls, casting dancing shadows that made everything look like a nightmare. And everywhere I looked, there were eyes. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Glowing in the darkness between the pillars. Watching me. "Ah, the half-blood awakens." A voice echoed from somewhere above. I looked up and saw a balcony circling the room. On it stood a woman with silver hair and skin so pale she looked like she had been carved from ice. She was beautiful in the way a frozen lake was beautiful—stunning, but capable of killing you if you stepped wrong.

I’ve never been so goddamn useless. "Make it stop, Mommy!" Harry screams, his voice breaking into a sob that tears my heart in half. "Please make it stop! It hurts!" The claws dig into my skin through my pajama pants as his body convulses again, and this time I see something that makes my stomach drop to the floor. I see movement under his unbuttoned shirt, his bones actually shifting and reshaping beneath his skin, rolling like serpents near his ribs and chest. The only thing I can do? I can only hold Harry. I can only…