Harry Potter Deathly Hallows Hermione Novels & Stories

Blood and guts spray across the room as his body follows suit. Leaving her: Kim Mylean Ashyver - King of the Angles Glowing golden wings and halo Wind blowing around her Golden power sparking at her fingertips “You did good Kimmy.” I pop up next to her. She breathes and it begins to fade. He wings and halo she must still learn to use. To summon as she wishes. “Now it’s time to go.” The battle ringing outside rings through her as she takes off into a run. “You made the right choice,” Hermione, Goddess of Death, whispered next to me, “AllFather.” “I certainly did.”

Bago ako bumalik sa higaan mo at tuluyang isara ang mga mata ko at damhin muli ang yakap mo, ipapa-alam ko lang sa'yo na ang huling dying list ko ay ipagkaloob sa'yo ang notebook na 'to na magiging alaala ng ating masaya at makulay na kwento. Mahal na mahal kita aking estranghero. I love you Hunter. This is not a goodbye, just goodnight. Hihintayin kita hanggang sa maituloy na natin ang naudlot nating pagmamahalan. Mahal kita Hunter hanggang sa kamatayan." *** Matapos kong mabasa ang mensahe n'ya ay napangiti ako habang umiiyak. Tama s'ya. Hindi pa dito natatapos ang kwento namin.

Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore. Morgan raised his hand to wipe away her tears; he just couldn't keep seeing her crying so hysterically and heartbroken. But when she saw his action, she flinched and backed away from him with her eyes filled with fear. His pupils shrank violently as he stared at her. ‘She was afraid of him. Did she think he would hurt her?’ He thought.

Nobody knows. It was a very hard time, we were at war. Me, Harry, Hermione, Ron and the whole Hogwarts. At war with the one who's name should not be taken. I will though because "Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." Voldemort with his wicked army , stood infront of us. We all were on the battlefield with our wands and brooms ; flying in the air , casting spells on each other. The sky was painted metallic and lighting bolted every ten seconds. We fought until we made the Dark Lord vulnerable and then I stepped forward and swished my wand. "Avada Kedavara!", I spelled out; and the light escaped my wand. It struck him and he collapsed. "Now you are a nobody knows!" (No body

It kills faster than imagined. Our eyes remain locked. A final weak gasps escape my lips. Dizziness kicks. My head wave's. It finally drops. His deadly foot claws are my last experience. Every where and everything turns black. **** Hermione's POV. My body twitch. I whimper. Bad memories roam my thoughts. I wriggle on whatsoever surface I lay. My foots knock tough surface. That performs the trick. My eyes instantly swing ajar. I loudly gasp. My eyes glow beta blue then slowly revert to normal

Hermione was dressed in black.This day marked seventeen years since she'd lost her child.She wanted to visit the grave.She oftenly visited her grave.She paid her respects as much as she could.In a way,she still grieved her. Jim had decided to visit Ellie's grave.For the first time since she was buried.He felt the need to do it.He'd ordered alot of flowers to compensate for all the years.His daughter had died in his watch.If it were not...So many what ifs.It marked seventeen years since Ellie passed away.

But my body wouldn't obey. I was a prisoner in this broken shell. "But it's okay," Scarlett chuckled. "It all ends today." I heard the clink of a glass vial. She was preparing something. "This is potassium cyanide," she said proudly. "Colorless, odorless. It'll put you out of your misery for good. Alex will just think you died naturally. After all, a vegetable could go at any time..." No. I can't die. I still have scores to settle.

After an annoying and exhausting meeting, I dashed into my mansion to see nobody. There were no workers, and my parents weren't there. I thought they would be in their respective room so I strolled to my own room. I was too stunned that I was emotionless. What I see inside my room was– A girl. She had hazel siren eyes, her upper lip was thinner than her lower one, red hair which was flowing down her shoulder and she was dressed that her upper body and her lower body was revealing. Exactly like a–sexy girl.

he whispered “This is exactly what I’ll do to that baby was it’s born and I get my hands on the filthy thing” ~~~ Far away from the forest, in a dark room, Hermoine stood alone. Her eyes were locked on a large monitor in front of her, showing a live feed of the feast. She had found a way to hack into the pack’s hidden cameras. She watched Elena smile. She watched Salvatore lean close to her. Hermoine’s hands clenched into fists. “I should’ve been Luna,” she whispered. “That should’ve been me.” Her chest burned with hate. She grabbed a glass bottle beside her and smashed it against the floor. Then another. Then another.

Carlos asked, his eyes wide as he ran his hand through his neatly styled hair. "Apparently all our mates are except for Tyler." Dante said in a lazy tone. Just then, I got a message from Hermoine. 'Helo me, I'm dying' she sounded very weak and distant. 'who was that?' Zephyr jolted me conscious interrupting my communication. "Hermoine, she says she's dying." I replied alarmed before returning to try to find her. 'where are you? I'm coming to get you. What happened to you?' I was in half a panic hearing her sound weak and helpless.