Harry Potter Broken Glasses Novels & Stories

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.

He took his hand and put it by her heat doing God knows what. After about 2 seconds of doing what ever he was doing she started moaning like crazy. Obviously this fucking slut doesn't care if she looses. "Damn Jack breaking the rules, sticking in those fingers!" Sammy exclaimed. Tears started rolling down my face as this scene got harder to watch. The timer went off and I wiped away the tears that had escaped from my eyes. Right when G was about to spin the bottle, I stopped him. "I have an idea, why don't we change it up a bit how bout the girl tries to get the guy to moan?" Everyone agreed and then Jack attempted to spin the bottle again but I stopped him once more.

’ Thea says as she hugs her best-friend. ‘Okay, I do not mean to disrupt your moment but time is running out and we really need to get this to Halley.’ Edmond says as he shows them a pendant that looks the same as the one on Jessa’s neck. ‘Oh you already made the pendant? I thought we would go for gold and wear all those work overalls and melt things but I guess this way too is cool.’ Thea says. ‘Oh I wish we could do that but we do not have enough time plus, you do not have to worry about getting things like these done when a demon is around.’ Edmond says proudly.

As the bottle shattered, I aimed to scatter the glass shards and the remaining drops of potion onto Roy. To my relief, it worked. The potion touched Roy's hand, causing it to begin rotting, albeit slowly, likely due to the limited amount of potion left. After this brief interlude, Harry, Peter, and Ethan got back on their feet. With a shared glance, the three of us launched themselves at Roy, grabbing whatever they could find to use as weapons.

I gave him my innocence and he spat right in my face. I hear a crackling noise, and the glass on the side table shatters while the overhead bulb follows suit. I watch as the shards of glass lie waste, some on the floor and some on the bed. Even when I’m not trying, I still manage to ruin things. Not only don’t I have control over my fate, I also don’t have full control of my powers. A knock on the door jolts me back to reality. Hilda walks in with a tray of food. She takes a look at my tear-stained face and the broken glasses. Then, she places the tray on the table in the sitting area.

Harry took a deep sigh of relief and his shoulders visibly slump while the vase he was holding was now kept on the table by him. "You could have called me or anyone for that. Why did you bother?" He said and opened the door of the bathroom while Alice followed inside the room. "What's wrong?" She asked calmly but hand was gripping onto the gun. "Everything is fine. The jar of water broke." I said. "How do you have such a talent of breaking literally anything? And that too as soon as you woke up." She humped and kept the gun in her pocket again while Harry walked outside with a thick white towel and a bowl.

“There is no ‘us’. Never has, never would be. I'd rather be exiled than be with someone like you." "Wrong words." Harry snarled, "You are not giving me much of a choice!" he spun, grabbed a porcelain vase from the nearby shelf - painted with gold moons - and smashed it on the floor. Time stood still. I stared in shock, heart beating fast in my chest. Harry suddenly screamed. “How could you? That was Luna’s collection! Are you insane? Is this supposed to be revenge?” No, no, no, goddess, please no. I dropped to the floor to gather the pieces, but it was too late.

He is a scourge of drugs, he is also a teacher I admire, is the world's most appreciate my talent. "Let's go out... Professor, let's go out to the hospital... It's okay..." Professor Orran's glasses had broken completely when he fell down. I took them off for him. The professor without them looked like a shy man, not a science geek who had been trying so hard to study contraband. He raised the blurred eyes, looked at the exit, there is probably a good distance, can not see the end of the front, as if endless. The professor's eyes darkened.

A possibility that could lead me to my freedom. I stood up, dusted my clothes, and walked towards the shelves, flinching every time my head throbbed. My eyes squinted at the endless rows of glass bottles, all filled with liquid; potions of various colors and consistency. Whoever this wizard is, his collection of potions are very impressive. Some of the bottles were clearly labeled, love potion, flying potion, summoning potion, super strength potion while others had scribbles that were barely legible.

he said as he slowly lifted his goblet to his lips, “and your father owes us a deal that he had broken.” “What do you m—“ His eyes grew wide as the goblet was only inches away from his lips. I saw the anger burned within his eyes to the point that it melted away its icy appearance— it turned fiery red. Lord Victor held the chalice tightly and it broke in his hand, pieces fell down the marble floors. The liquid sizzled in his touch. “Vervain,” he hissed.