Harry Potter Deathly Hallows Hermione Novels & Stories

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.

Hermoine isn't that tough by the time. I got up from the floor and my eyes were red like I had been bitten by a deadly animal. Hermoine was on the floor in a pool of her own blood while Eleanor still held that sharp knife in her hand. "You killed her" was all that came to my heart as I watched her take in very short gasps like she was going to do it again and again if need be. "She is a threat and she needs to go. This time we will have no pity on anyone who deserves to die", she wasn't even joking with the words and for some reason I didn't think she was doing anything that would hurt us.

A misunderstanding could happen and that was the last thing I had ever wanted. "Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

I didn't have time to react but the only thing I saw from the corner of my eyes was the orange flames that were growing more and more in front of the packhouse and the scream of Alpha Nathan, he was screaming in agony, pain and once I turn around I saw why he was in pain, the orange flames were coming from him and looking next to me I saw Hermione so focus on him that I finally catch up that she was the one burning him alive. “ Stop” I whisper to her but it's like she isn't hearing me, standing in front of her I keep repeating myself but that isn't working, I kiss her at first she starts fighting me but a few seconds later she starts to relax and at the end, she passes out. Picking her up. W

It can't be her. “Was that someone? Talk to me Hermione. That book was actually given to me by my grandmother before she was killed in the war between the witches and werewolves. I can't loose that ...” My grandmother sobs for the very first time ever, Ketura pulls her into a hug. I fight the urge to roll my eyes at them. “So, what do we do now?” I ask with my arms akimbo.

"Dr. Harper, the organ procurement went very smoothly. We learned a lot from this dissection." They were still immersed in the excitement of their academic achievement. One of them even pulled out his phone to show her a recording. Soon, they all saw a small figure cut open on the operating table under the harsh white surgical lights. The camera slowly moved upward until it focused on the lifeless face. "Xavier!" Kyle lunged forward and snatched the phone away. The screen stayed on, so the recording continued to play. The buzzing roar of a bone saw echoed through the hallway.

I know I have my mother to fight with me and I also know who I am now and how my decision matters. "As my daughter, you know you have a responsibility to fulfill for this pack, Hermione! This is the only way for us to end our conflict with their pack and avoid the war that might kill hundreds of werewolves in ours! You have to do as I say whether you like it or not! That's an order." He walked away, leaving me those words that just made me loath him more.

I French braid my hair and curled them at the bottom. We both entered the Grand Hall but the surrounding was so quiet and dark, it seems they switched off the light. "Harry, where are we?" I asked when he let go of my hand but got no response. "Harry!" I called his name but I heard my own breath instead. "Harry! Whatever you are planning is not a good idea. Please come out." I screamed in a panic tone somehow my voice was very low. "I think I am going to die of a heart attack!" I yelled.

Hastening his steps, Erik caught up with Joan and Leona, and the trio continued their slow walk back to the main chamber. As Erik, Joan and Leona reached the main chamber, they came across a scene that made them stop in place. The scene in front of the was a sad one for those who knew the history behind it. Selena was standing over Hilda's body while petting it. The basilisk body was unmoving, and its basketball-sized yellow eyes were closed. Permanently. On its head, just a little above the place between its eyes, standing still like the legendary sword in the stone, was Slytherin's sword, with more than half of its blade buried deep in the basilisk skull. Hilda was finally resting and no o

Torches burned in iron brackets on the walls, casting dancing shadows that made everything look like a nightmare. And everywhere I looked, there were eyes. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Glowing in the darkness between the pillars. Watching me. "Ah, the half-blood awakens." A voice echoed from somewhere above. I looked up and saw a balcony circling the room. On it stood a woman with silver hair and skin so pale she looked like she had been carved from ice. She was beautiful in the way a frozen lake was beautiful—stunning, but capable of killing you if you stepped wrong.