Harry Potter Broken Glasses Novels & Stories

** Harmony snapped out of whatever spell had bound her and she looked behind her to see her friend coming out, holding Tracy’s dressing bag. “What is going on girl? Oh my God! Are you hurt? Let me get first Aid.” Vivian shouted, running back into the house. “What are you talking about...?” Harmony said but then stopped as she realized that she was holding pieces of broken glasses in her hand. She had broken the cup earlier without even feeling anything and her palm was bloody but then she hadn’t felt anything until now. She looked back towards the man but he was gone, in his place was the document that was on the floor.

But before he could do that the words disappeared as if they had never been there. “Nooo…” He placed his hands on the mirror, trying to catch hold of whatever was at play but his hands felt nothing. Closing his eyes, he tried to concentrate on the mirror and see if he could feel lingering traces of some powerful magic but he felt nothing. Punching his hand onto the mirror, he broke it as tiny shards of glass flew all over as well as got into his hand. Blood was dripping down his knuckles and fingers but he didn’t feel a thing. His head was swarming with questions and in a desperate voice, he screamed out loud,

"No!" It was already too late when Harry saw what was on the poster. My breathing hitched, and my eyes widened. Everything is falling apart. I could feel my heart shattered into pieces like broken glass smashed repeatedly. Harry's eyes narrowed, and his brows furrowed in a straight line, reading carefully what the context said about the poster.

But in her heart she admired that Ludwig didn’t come even once to disturb her. Penny was looking at the tip of the spear that she had created when suddenly the glass on her left shattered. She jerked her head up in surprise and her eyes became wide when she saw that almost one full panel was broken. She heard the clomping of horses and guards shouting. Wondering who that was, she removed her face shield and gloves and walked towards the broken glass. Suddenly she saw a familiar face staring at her from outside. And the next second the door chimed open and the woman walked in. Penny flinched as she looked at her with horror. Her nostrils were filled with coppery scent of… her sorcery, her mag

Reflexively, my trembling hand also let go of the glass in my hands. The ball glass fell down and broke into tiny shards. A frustrating groan escaped my lips. The groan was accompanied by a loud irritating burp. My head swayed. I couldn't see clearly. Everything in the chamber seems hidden in a fog. Even the furniture danced and swayed before my eyes. I could have fallen on the broken glass but I held on to a particular piece of furniture near the bed. As I blinked, I kept seeing Julia's figure sitting on the chair before me.

They become akin to connecting vessels: the initiation breaks the barrier between the glass tubes, and magic fills both halves. As for the Hounds... Somehow, they broke that vessel. Not the barrier that separated it from magic, no—the entire glass. Magic is a fragile thing, and a gift can be lost. Such people couldn’t cast spells anymore, and like all damaged beings, had a very keen sense of magic. They also intensely hated those who hadn’t lost that part of their nature. Hated them so much that if I were to fall into their hands, I would sooner burn myself, and that would be quite painless compared to their torture.

That feeling stayed with me until she passed away, and we ran. The girl in front of me now reminds me of those porcelain dolls. Small, pale, delicate, fragile to the touch… and yet, something about her makes me want to break her too. I watched her from across the room, her eyes filled with fear when I walked in, and she quickly looked away. She clung to the couch, shaking so badly it looked like she might break apart from her own fear.

The sound of crashing glass echoed through the entire pack house. By the time the guards arrived, the alpha was tearing apart his study, books flying, shelves collapsing, his fury was like a hurricane set loose, destroying everything in its path. "Get the sage," Harry whispered, panic rising in their voice. “Now!” another barked. I watched from the doorway, my nightwear clutched tightly around me. Tears streamed down my cheeks, not from guilt, but from the bitter realization that I hadn’t won. Atleast not yet.

Need something to divert my attention before I kill a boy. I poured drinks into my glass and put the glass into my mouth, letting the alcohol enter my mouth. The bitter taste of the drinks flowed freely inside before it was gone. It tasted like water inside my throat. Still better to divert my mind from thinking about Keira and the boy she was with. She never thought twice about going with that boy. How much did he trust her? “Don’t destroy my glasses. Those are new.” I looked at my hand and it was only then that I felt the sting. The glass shattered in my hand, blood flowing freely.

Clairessa’s POV “Let me help you,” I countered, regaining my stance as I took a cautious step toward forward. “Stop.” He shook his head. “There’s broken glass,” he muttered, his voice low as he pointed at the floor. “I don’t want you to get hurt.” I followed his gaze and looked down. That’s when I noticed a tray of glasses had shattered into pieces around his feet. He bent down clumsily, his movements sluggish as he tried to pick up the shards.