Harry Potter Broken Glasses Novels & Stories

Deidre “Happy to make yourself at home, are you?” My spine shot straight in surprise, the glass dropping from my trembling hand. I watched it fall to the polished wood floors, a single second before it splintered into a thousand glass pieces, great gobs of water already poised to splash out and over the surface of the– I blinked. The cup was gone. Not on the floor, not shattered, but– A soft *clink* of glass on marble countertop sounded to the side. I blinked, taking in the unbroken cup Sirius set there with apparent ease.

I could see the reflection of Danny from the transparent glasses. Sandra turned back and immediately she saw him. Her8 eyes darted around the room and I could tell she was plotting something, but before I could move…she picked up a bottle on the table, broke it into pieces and pressed her hand against the glasses. My eyes widened in shock as the sharp glasses cut through her palm…blood gushed out freely glistening under the light. I stepped back in horror breathing heavily and at the same time confused on what she was trying to do.

"You know what, Summer? I'm a good person. I think I should help you up." He extends his hand. I stare at it like it's a snake. Every instinct screams not to touch him, not to give him anything he can use against me. I push myself up on shaking arms, ignoring the sting in my scraped palms. My glasses. Where are they… I spot them a few feet away. The frame is cracked, one lens completely shattered. Those were new. I saved for two months to buy them because my mom couldn't afford another pair and I needed them to see the board in class.

He stared intently at my face; the contempt and disdain in his eyes was long replaced by shock and disbelief. Just then, the doctor walked in holding an autopsy report, his tone tinged with regret. “This is Carol’s autopsy report. “Her chest cavity was pierced by glass shards, directly rupturing her heart. “The wound appeared minor on the surface, but the damage was severe, leading to massive post-injury bleeding. “If she had received timely medical attention, she could have survived. What a pity...” “Heart... pierced...” Mom murmured these words repeatedly, her legs giving way as she nearly collapsed.

“That’s Kimberly warning us we’ve been gone for too long.” I pinched my lips together as rage coursed through me. It swept my vision away, giving the world a reddish tint that instantly made my head throb. The gouges along the mirrors deepened until CRACK! Glass exploded in all directions. Shards of it twinkled like stars, falling from the sky. Both Jude and Ryker erected shields around us. As the pieces of glass hit the barrier of magic they tumbled to the grassy floor.

Then I was made aware that the broken glass wasn’t intentional, Jenny’s face said it all. I shot him a sidelong glance. "Not that, not now. Look- !" But It was too late. I couldn't help but tense, bracing myself for the impending chaos. The horse stumbled like he was trained, and suddenly, the ground beneath us became a mosaic of treacherous shards. Broken glass – the pièce de résistance in our medieval spectacle. Panic surged through me as I gripped the reins, desperately trying to maintain a semblance of control. Who could have done this?

Pain shot through my scalp as I stumbled, desperately trying to regain balance. The glasses I held, remnants of the party's revelry, slipped from my grasp, shattering on the unforgiving floor. The crash reverberated like a discordant symphony, drawing the attention of the entire room. Time seemed to freeze as the fragments scattered around me, a chaotic dance mirroring the shattered pieces of my composure.

Not only did the tequila burn but the pressure she used also added to his misery. “In cases like this, you should learn to be humble." Yasmine smirked as she watched his pained face. She removes the cloth and gasped upon seeing the protruding end of the glass that pierced him. She would need to remove it before applying anything else or bandaging it but she's never had to remove a glass from a person before....‘Oh Harry bear.. you're screwed' She said within, shaking her head. “What now?" Harry asked seeing her expression. *** Gemila checks her time again and it's almost 3pm. Where did Harry go? He's never left the office unannounced like this since she started working here so what's wrong?

My body was covered in bruises and ugly streaks of blood. Since my face was not visible, they all assumed I was just some low-level escort. Sean happened to pass by and stopped to take a look. He did not recognize the silver pendant I had worn since I was a child. Instead, he let out a low whistle. "Not bad. A little too skinny though. Nothing special." The crowd burst into even more disgusting laughter. Something inside me broke for good. I remembered back in sophomore year, a boy from the class next door had looked at me for a second too long. Sean had almost broken his arm over it.