Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Deathly Hallows Triangle

Death looked around and started to move Eastward. "What are you doing? We're supposed to be heading north" I pointed out. "If it's an illusion, I'm certain it won't hold if we're moving in the wrong direction" "Are you certain that it's going to work?" I asked, watching him as he continued to move in the opposite direction. Suddenly, the illusion vanished from sight and we found ourselves in the center of the mountain with the crescent sword hanging in mid air, surrounded by a fluorescent blue glow. "You see, Hera isn't so smart" Death said and I exhaled slowly. Then, I started to make my way towards the glowing sword.

she whispers, sounding stunned. Atticus and I both move forward, but Atticus gets there first. The moment he too touches her head, a glowing triangle forms in the air above them, making the crowd gasp in shock. It illuminates the night sky in a brilliant golden light, all three of their eyes blazing. Atticus eyes burn green, Valerie’s turning grey and Zaia’s blaze orange, as one they turn to the triangle above them, their marks burning vibrantly. ‘The Sublime Triquetra is complete.’ An unearthly whispery voice fills the air, making everyone scan the surrounding darkness before many drop to their knees, cowering in fear.

This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times. So much for being a descendant of the Sun God! I was running out of time. I needed to do something. There was no escape. I couldn't outrun him. I couldn't even if I tried, because my ankle got hurt when I fell. I closed my eyes tightly. He was so close to me now. This was It! It was the end of Hazel Valentine! I braced myself for impact! I wish I never Fucking left the car and followed Zander into these stupid woods, I thought to myself.

Whether Harry thought Cole had suffered enough or simply didn’t want to waste more time on him, he swiftly twisted Cole’s head off, leaving a decapitated and dismembered corpse. The hall now held two lifeless bodies. Those who had been eager to play heroes stood paralyzed, perhaps fearing they might be next. Even the heads of the Lucas family couldn’t bring themselves to look me in the eye. They understood that even if they gathered the remaining werewolves in the clan, they wouldn’t stand a chance against me, Harry, and the two high-ranking magicians.

Was it Harry Potter going on live in front of me? My mouth was wide open while my eyes opened big like balls. He entered the room with me trailing behind. The room is pitch dark. I couldn't decipher a thing. All of a sudden, lights emerged from a point coming straight to my eyes. I covered my eyes with my hands and peeked through the gaps in between my fingers. Lights were emitting from a big round circle that was formed in the air. It's enchanting. The vibrant colors spread everywhere. Erix pulled me closer and picked me up in his arms and entered the portal.

I shrieked as two smaller versions of the armchair started to chase me. I didn’t know what to do, so I did the only thing I could think of. I kept hacking at the chairs. Every hack caused them to multiple. Fucking hell. When everything started doubling, I felt like I was in Bellatrix Lestrange’s vault in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. This is how I’m going to die. I’m going to drown in my mind in a room of small armchairs trying to kill me.

"Honey, werewolves transform at night. It’s normal that you don’t remember. I’ll watch over you from now on. I won’t let anyone discover your identity." I crouched there, my mind in chaos. If this were real… Did that mean I wasn’t human? Why did I have no memory of what happened at night? And why had I died four times, trapped in this endless loop? One question after another shattered everything I thought I knew about the world. If I weren’t human, that wasn’t scientific. But was this death loop scientific? My in-laws, now convinced, raised their voices again, pointing fingers. "What kind of spawn did your family give birth to?! Eating raw meat and drinking blood, and you still let her roam

The smell of lilies was always the first thing to return. It was the scent of my own funeral, a cloying sweetness that made me want to gag. I opened my eyes and didn't move. I didn't breathe. I just counted the cracks in the gold-leaf ceiling of the ducal bedchamber. One, two, three... I knew them all. I had memorized them while gasping my last breath in Life Four. I had stared at them while my vision went black in Life Seven.

“I should have died in his place. I should have been the one…” And then he moved. Before either of us could react, before Mira or I could cry out or reach him, Hood bolted. “No!” I screamed, my hand outstretched. “Hood, stop!” Mira shouted behind me. But he didn’t stop. He ran straight toward the glowing circle, his body illuminated by the flickering blue-white magic as it spun one last time. “I love you all,” he called without looking back. And then, he crossed into the circle.

Noticing the white circle with triangle shapes in the center, I walked towards it and stood inside. Cordelia came out and lit up some candles, sprinkled some herbs around the circle and began whispering the spell. Before I could register what was happening, I was pulled into an empty void and kept floating forward at a fast speed. Soon, I materialized in a dense forest and heard some growling in a short distance. Rushing towards the noise, I froze at the scene in front of me. Several wolves, about 5 or 6 were lying dead on the ground , some who were still standing were heavily injured.