Ghosts Harry Potter Novels & Stories

it says to him “My name is Sonny, and you will pay for everything” “Am afraid we have to take you with us, guys put him down” he says to his men and they all aim at him, he stays unmoved, they try to shoot but the guns are silent. “I said take him out” Gary says realizing they couldn’t shoot at all. The monster raises his head to look clearly. “I am afraid, that’s not going to happen” a voice come from behind them, it was Ghost, the warlock, they had no idea what a male witch could do since they never have seen one. They all turn and start shooting at him as he starts levitating.

I dart through the garden to the gray brick building that houses the necromancy and dark magic classes. My breaths lodge in my chest as I cross the threshold. A strange prickling like tiny raindrops dances across my skin. Even though Melanie is helping out teachers here with some problem, I need to speak with her. Get her to come to my room and exorcise or whatever it is that witches do to ghosts to get them to go away. A pang hits my chest at imagining Kiarr's face when he realizes he can't stay here. It isn't his fault that the spell backfired and brought him to me. If I wasn't dating Lance and if Kiarr wasn't a ghost?

"Can they wake him without me?" "No. You are the key. But they can try." Kara stepped into the room. "If enough shifters believe in his return, if enough of them pour their power into the idea of him, he might manifest on his own. Not the real First Wolf. A shadow of him. A hungry ghost." "And what would that ghost do?" Kara's face was grim. "It would consume. Every shifter it touched would be drained, their power added to its own. It would grow until there was nothing left."

she whispered, starting to turn around— —and froze. An old woman was suddenly standing right behind her, staring blankly. “Kyaah!” Hilda screamed and jumped straight into Aron’s arms. The kids woke up, startled, as Khan and Nari rushed in. “Ghost! There’s a ghost!” she shrieked. Nari blinked. “That’s… not a ghost, Hilda. That’s a person.” Indeed, the old woman blinked in confusion, clutching her keys. Hilda’s face flushed red as Aron tried—and failed—to suppress his laughter.

I said immediately. The ghost sighed. “Yeah, I forgot. You see, we witches never really die…the good ones, I mean. We just transcend to the other side, and we still have unfinished business here, we create portal to come back.” “So, you have unfinished business here?” I asked. “The sorcery hunt,” she said. “I have that business here.” When she noticed the way I looked at her, she added. “I’m on your side here…we all are on the same side. It’s just, this young man didn’t do what he was supposed to do, and…”

But they’re moving forward, slowly each day, and each day, I see a little more of the Lilly we once knew returning. The first time I saw Harry’s ghost was an hour after he was killed. The rogue was captured, and I’d been torturing him. I killed him right before Lilly arrived home, then she took off. I took to my room, my heart aching for my sister. Then I saw Harry standing in front of me, asking, ‘What’s wrong?’ Of course, the little boy didn’t know that he was dead, and it took weeks for me to make him believe it.

Lily “Where exactly are you going?” Harry asked me for a million times as I dragged my big box out of my room. I haven’t said a word to him neither did I attempt to. I wheeled it to the front door before going to the kitchen. “I’ve been talking to you answer me. I'm not a ghost.” He said as he followed me to the kitchen. I fetched myself a glass of water, gulped down, and steadied my racing heart before finally fixing my eyes on him.

The light illuminated the space, full of old objects and stacked boxes. As she walked, a loose floorboard creaked beneath her feet. She bent down to see what it was and, with some effort, lifted the board. She found an old book, covered in dust, with a leather cover filled with drawings of supernatural creatures. Scarlett’s heart began to race; something about the book drew her in, as if it held secrets waiting to be discovered.

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.

But I bump into someone and this time it's not a drunk couple. "Oh, I'm sorry." I apologize, it's probably my fault. "It's quite alright." I hear my victim say. "Victim is quite an exaggeration, don't you think?" And that's when it hits me. I step back from the redhead girl dressed in a white frosty dress with a mask contrasting her golden eyes. Oh no, she's one them! "One of who?" She starts to walk towards me, slowly and deliberately. "An Angel?" She asks before unfurling her wings. "Or a demon?" And the light in the hallway disappears.