Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Deathly Hallows Chapters

⸻ The boy who should have died… Had finally returned. 🖤 End of Chapter 29 To Be Continued…

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And she just cried and I pushed the sword from Ylisha's back until it reaches my body, and let it through my back. "I love you Ylisha, " I whispered, I can't believe that it's really too late. That we have never had the chance to see the future together. ******* My body deliberately can feel that I'm going to die and I recall all my memories with her, I reminisced them one by one. I smiled as I kept thinking about the first time I met her, and I chuckled involuntarily, and just let all the recollection fills my brain and heart before I perished.

Instead, he wraps his arms around my middle and rests his head against my breasts, content to just lie there while I run my fingers through his short curls. Just when I’m beginning to think he’s probably fallen asleep, he whispers; “Get ready. Tomorrow, we’ll finalise the plans to kidnap Halloway.” *** My dear, beautiful readers, I sincerely apologize for the series of short chapters these past few days. Be rest assured that these chapters are mere build-ups to the main gist of the story. Keep reading as very crazy things are about to happen soon. Love, Blaq.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

"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.

The line went dead. --- End of Chapter Forty.

His eyes narrowed, scanning the perimeter of the cemetery, his gaze slicing past Elias and the hunters who stood before us, searching the shadows for any sign of danger. The hill. The trees. The broken graves. “They’ve closed the circle,” he murmured. A net. Not a hunt. Elias didn’t hesitate. “Kill them both.” The command cut clean through the storm. The lanterns fell, and the mud swallowed their light whole. Then, like a coordinated strike, the chains lurched forward together, their barbed silver tips glinting menacingly in the darkness. As one, the crossbows lifted, their movement eerily reminiscent of a single, living creature drawing a deep breath in anticipation of what was to come.

They were Kin. "It’s not over, Eryx," I whispered, looking at Hope and Leo, who were watching the global light fade into a natural, beautiful dusk. "We’ve woken the world. Now we have to Teach it how to Live." I looked at my hands. The ink was gone. The silver was gone. There was only the Marrow. "The 183rd Chapter is the end of the Rebellion," I declared, my violet-silver eyes locking onto the future. "But it's the First Chapter of the Pack of the World."