Gaunts Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“You don’t know what you have done, you fools!” “Sure,” Tony replied to Meguitte, ignoring the prisoners. “Won’t be long.” “How is Harry?” She asked him, and he paused, catching hold of the doorframe. He shrugged, a muscle twisting in the corner of his jaw. “Still feeding the corpse blood, as if they think it will do something,” he said grimly. “There’s no sign of change, though Harry swears the hand-wound is looking better. Won’t let us look though. Won’t let anyone beyond the doorway, not even the ancients who come to donate. Harry will drink from them, and then feed the corpse themselves.”

It dawned on her she was being delusional, Simon would never kill me. She had probably used the grim reaper effect on me. A rare dark magic where you make someone fall into a trance and forget where they are for some time. I had no doubt that was how they had captured me. “Get your filthy hands off me!!.” I demanded angrily. I was already boiling inside. “It's okay to be angry Gwen, I understand.” He stood up and made his way back to his throne. “You should work on having an open mind and accepting your fate.”

asked Harry in whispering voice. After observing every part of the kingdom, and upon observation of the movement of Gaymo, the giant snake, they had an initial plan on how to defeat the enemy. They immediately left the place when Gaymo noticed something… “We have visitors!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she shouted. They all ran quickly towards the 5th room, and they returned back to the Earth. *** “I cannot believe my mom has turned into something so wicked…. Snake, the symbol of evil,” said Harry and he made the sign of the cross.

Cosmo asked. "Who are you?! Come out now before I make you come out myself!" I shouted and raised my shaking hands. I could feel my hair extending and descending to the floor in its haze form. "Don't let me repeat myself, come out," I commanded harshly. A tub of lard ghosts stepped out of Gomez, and he sniggered. An evil one. "Wow, she's commanding," he taunted. Another one, only thinner, came out of Twyla.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Of course, I should treat Maisie well.” She handed me a gift box and asked me to open it. Inside was a gold lock-shaped good-luck pendant. Everyone gasped. “That must have cost a fortune!” In my previous life, I was pleasantly surprised that Zoe even remembered my birthday. Seeing such an expensive gift moved me even more. However, I had not known then that the pendant was a cursed one! Once worn, it would swap my fate with her boyfriend’s! Back then, I ran a high fever for an entire week. There was no warning, no explanation. Even the doctors were helpless.

A collection of sleek g*ns rested on a glass display. On a nearby table lay gloves, a set of untraceable phones, and files stacked with care. It wasn’t just a room; it was a nerve center for calculated destruction. Harry leaned against the wall, scanning the maps with a satisfied smirk. His fingers trailed over one of the photos before he plucked it off the board, staring at it intently. "You’re next," he muttered, his voice low evil . The underground lair was quiet, but the tension in it had a lot of stories to tell.

"When it comes to gossip, nothing gets past me." At 11:00 PM, an understated luxury car pulled up at the school gates. Helena and Howard got out. Celeste and I had already set up snacks and drinks at the reading pavilion, waiting for them to settle down. After they arrived, Celeste cleared her throat. "Helena, what I'm about to tell you might sound unbelievable, but you have to believe me. I'm not crazy." In about ten minutes, Celeste laid out everything about my shadow. I chipped in with details to make the story as airtight as possible, hoping to make it seem as real as we could.

Bea trailed beside him, holding his hands. "That girl Mira isn’t a good person," Harry said with a frown, his little feet stomping as he crossed the room. "She’s like… like the evil people our teacher always talks about in stories!" Giovanni crouched down, his expression calm and reassuring. "Don’t worry," he then looked between Harry and Harriet. "It won’t happen again, I promise." His tone was firm, the kind that made you believe every word he said.