Harry Potter Characters Killed Novels & Stories

Harry couldn't tell by the look in Lars' eyes but he knew Lars would be just like him, a bit shocked to hear the news. Harry took a deep breath and told what he saw “After dealing with Benedict's people, I was checking around Rose Street to remove any traces when I accidentally smelled fresh blood. I followed the scent of blood and saw Valor Patel. Werewolves killing people is not a surprise, but when I went to look, I found that the dead man was a vampire and the way he died was exactly like the vampires the king mentioned." "Poisoned?" Lars raised an eyebrow "Yes." Harry nodded. "I took a sample and sent it to Dan to test, will have the results tonight or tomorrow morning."

His hybrids encircled him as if they were trying to protect him as he weaved a spell. When I looked around, there were several hybrids who had already died from Luther, Valerian, and Giovanni’s hands, but there were a large number of wolves who had died, too. Some of them were suffering from the burn. They couldn’t rise anymore. I snarled from both fury and agitation.

There was no breath. "He's gone..." Edith murmured, almost in disbelief. Lilian, too, checked for any sign of a pulse. There was nothing. Her eyes glinted briefly with joy. Wendy hadn't saved Harry—she had killed him instead. It couldn't have worked out better for Lilian! She glanced at Harry one last time, the man she had loved for so long but had never been fully hers. Once, her love had burned hot; now, her hatred ran just as deep. Death was the perfect ending.

"He's killed many werewolves. Too many to count. If Ben already had a grudge against Harry then he would be ruthless if he found out about him being a werewolf. They would be in grave danger." "So Oscar warned us," Ace said. "And we thought nothing of it. We didn't think Ben knew about us. We didn't think we had to worry. But we were wrong and shit hit the fan." "Literally," Kal muttered. "And it ended up Harry beating Ben to death. It was not pretty." "How the hell did this not get mentioned before?" Indianna gasped. Harry narrowed his eyes. "I don't go around announcing to people that I've killed someone. Especially since the brother of the person I killed goes our school."

She didn't even know there was poison in the dagger Aldric gave her to kill Danial. The woman took out Arabella's watch pendant and opened it. She saw the faces of people who looked happy. Kimberly knew they were good people. 'If it wasn't Arabella who killed those three people, then who killed them?' Kimberly thought until she remembered another name that was their best friend. Calief, Gerral, and Benny who died by assassination. One more person, Charlos. He was still alive but nowhere to be found. Because Kimberly couldn't possibly ask Yasa.

And both are impossibilities. Kael killed Harry. I wasn't there, but I heard the tale. How Harry had lost himself, how he'd tried to kill me, how Kael had had no choice but to bring him down. The pack had been quiet about the details, not wanting to traumatize me further if they could help it, but the result was clear. Harry was dead. So who was at the creek?

"She told me to give it two weeks at max." Anger boiled inside of me. I should have known that she would twist my words and use them against me. "That is not true, Mey." I gave her hand a squeeze. "You are not a conquest. You are my special one, my only one, and I love you, Mey." Mey smiled and her eyes turned soft. "I love you too." * * * “Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love,” Dumbledore says in chapter 35 of The Deathly Hallows when looking at the remains of Voldemort's soul.

Everyone was stunned, and Kevin fired a shot that killed Harry. Chief hugged his son out of shock. While Lyon was completely knocked to the ground, bleeding by the shot. __________

“Oh no, Hayden. you don’t just get to kill my friend and walk away like that, I want answers.” “What answers?” He turns on me in the blink of an eye. “What friend? Who are we talking about?” I blink, a little astonished before folding my fists screaming back. “Harry! that boy you just killed. The most loyal human lackey you had.” “Tsk.” He hissed glaring at me. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. That wasn’t harry. Harry is dead.” “Yes, he’s dead now because you just murdered him. His guts are splattered across the wall. Of course he’s dead.”

Cassian, in his loyalty, was prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice. I opened my eyes, a newfound determination burning in them. I finally had the missing piece of the puzzle. Dorian's resurrection, the involvement of the mysterious sorceress, and the sacrificial bond between Dorian and Cassian – all these elements were intertwined, forming a complex tapestry of fate and magic.