Harry Potter Broken Glasses Novels & Stories

He broke all the bottles and made the room even noisier. Hate potions. The writing is on a large clear bottle covered by a fragrant tree trunk. The remaining liquid was only a few millimeters. Without warning, he crushed it with trembling hands. Do you want your own brother's destruction, Jordan?

“Why is it on you?” It belonged to Elara. She always carried it with her. How did it end up with Harry? He pours himself a glass of juice. “Oh, don’t ask. That day when she came to pick you up after you drank yourself into oblivion, she must have dropped it. The only reason I didn’t return it right away is because it got broken—while putting you in the car, either of us must have stepped on it. It was only after you guys left that I noticed it on the ground.”

he agreed without hesitation and moved back as far as I wanted him to. He stared at me intensively, making me flustered. I had to take a couple of deep breaths to regain composure and concentrate on casting a spell. I placed my hands above the pile of crystal pieces and closed my eyes. When I opened them, the glasses slowly started rebuilding themselves, piece by piece, like they were three-dimensional puzzles. With a final piece attached, the shattered glass merged together, looking like it had never been broken. I smirked and lifted one glass, then looked at Samil confidently. He was smiling. I had never seen him genuinely smiling like that. Yet, there was something sorrowful about that sm

I turn around to face Ludis a couple steps behind me with Liam now enjoying his post where he's sitting on Ludis's shoulders with his small hands holding either side of Ludis's head. "I didn't get to ask you about Nova's parents-" Just then, a loud shatter of glass explodes behind me and cuts off my speech. I freeze and so does Ludis as Liam shrieks. Swiftly, I turn around and Ludis races forward. "What the...." I taper off, surprise on my face to see a dead Boggart on the floor. It looks like those I had dealt with days ago. And where it came flying out from...my eyes tear wide, elevating towards to familiar building in front of us. The office above the coffee shop- Charles!

Before I lost in the darkness. When I opened my eyes I was in this big room on a bed. I looked beside me with a lot of fear that someone slept with me again but there's no naked man beside me this time. And I am also full clothed. I got up from the bed and in panick I hit with a table and a vase falls on the ground loud. I kneeled down as I was seeing the pieces . The broken glass pieces. Just like me. They have broken me just like these glasses. Shattered me. I looked at the broken glasses. Should I just?? Maybe this is the only chance I get to do this.

Can't believe my mum didn't even ask why my glasses were cracked. Derek walked closer with a small box in his hand and dropped it on the mattress close to me. He pointed down at it. "I got you a new pair of glasses, since I broke the old one." I looked at the box, then reached up and removed the little broken glasses from my eyes and dropped them onto the floor. My vision instantly went completely blurry. I couldn't see Derek's face anymore, he was just a tall, dark smudge standing over the bed. "I want to try something," I muttered, setting my phone down.

Lorenzo wanted to know what the file said about the situation. "Who?" I said Matteo Russo. The glass that Lorenzo was holding in his hand suddenly broke into pieces. The glass, in Lorenzos hand was completely shattered. Lorenzos glass was broken now. He did not drop it. He squeezed the whiskey glass hard that the glass broke. Now whiskey and blood are dripping onto the rug. The whiskey glass is. That is a big problem. The man did not appear to feel the pain. He looked at me his eyes were really wide, with a lot of horror. He just could not believe what he was seeing.

Probably the same thing I was so set on denying—the break. I turned off the faucet and pressed closer to the glass. Inhaled slowly, kept my focus. That’s when I saw it. Not my face. Not quite. The reflection in the mirror didn’t blink when I did. Didn’t inhale. It just watched, head tilted in a mockery of mirth at how long it had taken me to realize what I was staring at. My features, but off. Sunken, skeletal. Pupils a milky white in the glass where my own eyes should be, and blackened sigils mapping across its flesh in place of my freckles. Sigils I knew too well, that I didn’t want to remember. Bloodpine. Broken.

Ariella's eyes swept the cell, searching for any means to ensure her silence. Her gaze landed on a shattered mirror, its fragments scattered on the floor like shattered dreams. She approached it, her heart heavy with purpose. Among the shards, one piece caught her eye – a jagged edge, sharp enough to seal her fate. Ariella picked it up, cradling the broken glass in her palm, its fragile weight a stark contrast to the weight of her decision.

So my hand smashed hard behind him again, twice, and three times in a row. Hagrid lay between my legs with his eyes closed. I wanted to push him away, but he was motionless like a stone.So I had to shrink my body back and let my legs leave his body. I opened all the cabinets of Aurora, one of which contained many jars, and my gaze focused on a red bottle and a yellow bottle.There is no doubt that they are what I am looking for. Because the red bottle says-poison, and the yellow bottle says-antidote.