Harry Potter After The War Novels & Stories

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In

The grand hall was eerily quiet as the students gathered, taking their seats with trepidation as the High Priestess stood on the podium. Supernaturals from all the creeds were represented this evening, and the magic hall currently seated over a thousand creatures. John stood beside his wife, looking out on the sea of faces and he couldn't stop the shudder from entering his very bones. 'Such young kids, to be going to war' his wolf Victor remarked, and John had to agree with his friend. This would be a war like no other, with the young fighting a fierce battle whilst many of the older witches and wizards provided a veil to mask the war from human eyes.

There was nothing left for Gandalf to do except reflect on his vanishing existence, his heartbeat gradually slowing until it ceased altogether. Xavier let out a howl after confirming that Gandalf had finally died within Harry's body. The werewolves outside immediately smiled with joy upon recognizing the victorious howl delivered by Xavier. Xavier rushed to Viggo's side, offering his support as Viggo struggled to remain on his feet. Viggo's eyes were fixed on Harry, who lay on the ground. Suddenly, a dark aura burst forth from Harry's body, dissipating into the air. Viggo's heart raced as he realized that the malevolent influence of Gandalf was no longer present within Harry.

Nobody knows. It was a very hard time, we were at war. Me, Harry, Hermione, Ron and the whole Hogwarts. At war with the one who's name should not be taken. I will though because "Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." Voldemort with his wicked army , stood infront of us. We all were on the battlefield with our wands and brooms ; flying in the air , casting spells on each other. The sky was painted metallic and lighting bolted every ten seconds. We fought until we made the Dark Lord vulnerable and then I stepped forward and swished my wand. "Avada Kedavara!", I spelled out; and the light escaped my wand. It struck him and he collapsed. "Now you are a nobody knows!" (No body

Only when I said this did Harry slowly withdraw his fists, but he did not break the intense eye contact with Warren. "Pathetic." After smoothing out his collar, Warren left. Harry pulled his newly-dyed hair in frustration. "Ugh, I hate that I can’t teach that bastard his lesson right now!" "Trust me, ruining your future just for a fight with that kind of werewolf is not worth it.Just let it go." I patted Harry’s back to comfort him. Bullies like Warren were nothing new to me. I was practically immune from them already and I had come to the point where it was just unnecessary to care about it anymore.I then turned to Flora and felt a little guilty for her.

“What if there is a spy in this pack, and they're just waiting for us to come into their trap?” As I am speaking I see a flame coming right for Landon and Jayden. Fear overcomes me and that's when my life changes forever. As I raised my hand up, I watched As the arrows fell to the ground, shocked. I don't stop there as I watch more arrows coming towards the pack. I raise my hands and simply just wave of my hand and imagine all of them to disappear, then watch as the arrows are no longer.

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

Magic was a living thing-after a war like this, it shook and frayed and needed to be soothed. At the village square, the last pieces of Haspan's forces arrived-his assistant's stabbed body, the Wiseman's headless corpse, both dragged in by the windstorm that the witches had raised. People watched with fear and awe. The war had ended, but the weight of it was only beginning to settle on their shoulders. The whole kingdom held its breath. And in the middle of all this, Elowyn was carried into the palace, whispering that she wanted to see Haspan's body.

Seconds later, confetti fell from the ceiling. "They have managed to play with us, huh? The audacity." Don Zagreus commented and get one of the heads of five leaders he knew. Mort left the place without a word. They rushed out of the base and passed the corpses in every corridor and hallway. The sky raining in confetti and the quiet place greeted them from outside. The war has just ended. Eyebrows knitted into a frown, Mort and Don Zagreus looked around the place. It's like they are inside a movie and someone had complete control to pause or stop the current war using a button control. And the Aslanovs didn't like such a play.

Weeks after the great war ended, Draco was still lying unconscious. Albus had placed Draco's body in the lake in his lair to speed up the healing process. However, Draco's body was exhausted from the excessive use of the dragon's magic power. Plus, his body still needed to adapt and blend perfectly with The Heart of Magic. Outside, the leaders of each clan were busy checking the damage in each area. First, they made sure there were no demons left. Their next focus was on rebuilding their respective areas to be habitable. Survivors from various clans and races worked for hand in hand to build their respective areas.