Harry Potter Deathly Hallows Voldemort Novels & Stories

The vortex grew larger and eventually consumed the web. Hadirt clenched his jaw when he saw that. He dashed out of the black sphere, turning to flee without a second thought. "Come back here!" ordered the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord extended his right hand, and a powerful force instantly pulled Hadirt back. Hadirt was then consumed by the black vortex as it absorbed the dark energy from his body continuously. Hadirt was turned into a dried corpse in front of the Dark Lord and then turned to dust in the end.

Dominic kept his magic focused on the spot where his foe had disappeared for another few seconds, making certain that Viktor’s magical essence could never be regenerated. When he was satisfied that Viktor was destroyed forever, Dominic turned his attention to the oncoming zombies, who were no longer held in check by Viktor’s magic. “To my side, Halee,” he yelled, wanting the volkaane out of the way. Halee bounded to Dominic’s side as the wizard unleashed a wide swath of magic, instantly incinerating more than a hundred of the nearest creatures. There were still plenty more zombies behind them, but they were far enough away to give Dominic and Halee some breathing room.

Voldemort's voice rang out with venom, "You have some balls showing your face here." Aeron, attempting to speak, was silenced by another forceful blow. Voldemort continued, "Tell me why I shouldn't end you here and now." Aeron, struggling to find words, wanted to explain, but before he could utter a single sentence, Voldemort interrupted with yet another punishing blow. "That was not a question," he declared, his eyes ablaze with malice. Voldemort ordered the guards to lock Aeron up, proclaiming that the execution would take place the next morning. As Aeron was led away, his mind raced, grappling with the dire situation he now found himself in, and the uncertainty of what awaited him on the

But it doesn't end there; Harry kicks him hard in the ribs, even when he can no longer defend himself. Harry does it repeatedly until it hurts so much that it doesn't hurt anymore. "Get up, you b*tch," Harry hisses, coming undone, the madness like curling tendrils across his inked skin. "Die with a little honor." The man yanks Victor up by his dark locks, a glimmer of metal appearing in his free hand. This is it. Victor gasps, realizing it's the end. He never gets to see Ariadne again. It's all he wants, to say he's sorry, to say goodbye. It's over.

"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.

Like a witch in trance, he opened his mouth and said the name of the one who ordered him to kill the vampire. “Insolence!” he barked at the male witch. “And for this, you shall pay your life, filthy witch.” Alaric Emrick raised his right arm and pointed his right index finger at the middle forehead of the male witch. His eyes clouded and turned to white. The black poison spread out from his middle forehead creeping fast into his veins and arteries until his entire body was painted with it. His body turned to charcoal and smoldered before it burst into powdered million pieces of black ashes.

“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.”

Merlin nods, “I remember most of it, but I don’t know if I ever went to the towers. I was focussing on the main fight; others went to the extremities to clear them.” Claire nods, and Ash looks at him. Kai shrugs, Merlin turns and looks at Kai. “Sorry, I forget who knows what. I killed him, Dracula. I’m invested in him staying dead.” Ash frowns, “The story says Van Helsing killed him.” Merlin scoffs,

Chapter 75: Wolfsbane And Silver Hannah: We stared at the bottle before we glanced at Dr. Riley, awaiting his response on probably some more disaster. He looked around for a bit. "They are all supposed to be dead, but for some reason, they aren't," He sounded just as confused as we were. What did he mean by *they're supposed to be dead?* Wolfsbane doesn't kill. Harry took a bottle from his hands. "Wolfsbane doesn't kill. What do you mean they are supposed to be dead?"

Harry and Jules exchanged a look and shrugged before looking back down at the man by their feet. “Good,” Harry leaned over and grabbed him by an ankle. “He deserves to die slowly, screaming. And I’m going to have fun pulling pieces off him to make sure that’s precisely what happens.” “This is a new side of you,” Jules arched an eyebrow. “I was born in a different time,” Harry was unrepentant as they dragged the unconscious Van Helsing over to the other 4WD. They opened the rear of the car and tossed him within. “Sometimes it surfaces more than others. Is it a problem for you?”