Harry Potter Deathly Hallows Voldemort Novels & Stories

one of them shouted in panic. Harry moved forward again, towering over the three vampires in front of him by a head. Then he pulled a roll of paper from his jacket pocket and unfolded it with a quick motion. Finally, he stretched the parchment before him and read aloud: "Alden, Briar, and Colton of the Kellys clan. You are guilty of the destruction of the Black Rose Coven, and the evidence presented makes you guilty of torture and feeding without seeking recourse to your blood banks. The Council, with the support of your clan leader, the former representative of the Southern Vampires, Master Kellys, as a result of this, orders your death. You have just been informed of your sentence."

So long that dust had thickly coated it but somehow, it still seemed to be boiling. Picking it up, I approached the doctor and asked him about it. His eyes widened, confirming my suspicion that it was indeed strange. "Where did you find that? I thought I had disposed of it. That is an extract of Voldemort root. It is a poison that kills a human within an hour so, I would advise that you return it. I wouldn't want to be the reason why your master loses a maid." I smiled faintly as I returned to the stall. By the time I returned, the doctor had finished packing and handed the basket to me.

Dang it, Charles; you couldn’t have taught me the whole spell! “Listen, if I don't get you to Charles in a few hours your face is going to stay like that, and as much as I hate that ugly face of yours, this is creepier than Voldemort. “He rolls his eyes, which have no eyelids by the way before standing up.

he said, tightening his grip around my waist when someone coughed, interrupting our moment. “I-I hate to break it to you all, and I know you missed each other so much…but I am dying here,” Harry said, and now his sofa is covered with his blood.

Small and exhausted and entirely real. "The wizard," she said, quieter now, her voice losing strength by the word. "The one who helped me gain power. I killed him myself in the end." A breath. "He made me enter a blood covenant with the others — bound their lives to mine so he could control me through them. I was so furious." A faint, dark laugh. "I killed him for it. But the covenant couldn't be broken." Her eyes moved between me and Adrien. "When I die, they all die with me. Every witch and wizard bound to my life ends this morning." She exhaled slowly. "You'll have peace. Finally, Both of you." "Hazel—" Adrien's voice was barely a sound.

Raven only saw Draco’s body once after he died, he died of acute poisoning. Wolfsbane, that’s what took him from her. A part of her died that day and the part that lives, lives on with him engrained deep into it. The sorrow she felt that day was indescribable and the pain, unexplainable. The large tattoo of a black bird etched on his chest as he lay on the floor bare and cold that day made her heart ache the most.

It pulsed faintly, carrying death deeper into his body with every heartbeat. Vivian let out a broken sob. Viktor went utterly still beside me. We all knew what it was. A Death Curse. Irreversible to wolves. Final. Merciless. The blood drained from my face. My hands, which had healed countless wounds and snatched many from the edge of death, felt suddenly useless. I looked at Viktor, and I did not need to speak. He saw the truth in my eyes. I could not save him. Vivian’s scream tore through the night. She gathered Andrei’s head into her lap and rocked him desperately, tears pouring down her face.

Crystal POV I was shocked by how Kieran reacted to the news of his death. “Lord Potter is dead. What killed him?” “That shouldn’t be the question you should be asking because he was killed.” “By whom?” “Alpha Harry and Lord Potter got into a fight; he was injured and bled a lot. Even after what the Healer did, he died.” Manu divulged. Kieran was pissed before going into the washroom to have his bath. Manu and I were confused about what he was thinking and why he didn’t issue an order to have Alpha Harry subdued.

Their full attention now on Wynter. In a flash like movement, Voldemort lunged at us, grabbing Wynter by her throat. Using his nail, he cut down her shirt, exposing her neck. "GET AWAY FROM HER!" I yelled, attempting to save Wynter.

"What is it?" "A woman was found dead," Draco said. "A witch." Mitch frowned. "How did she die?" "Bitemarks were found on her neck," Draco replied. "Vampire." "Vampire." Mitch agreed. "What was the time of her death?" "Late last night or early this morning," Draco said. He took another drink. "I have never seen anything like that. Every single drop of her blood was gone..." he placed a glass cup on the table. "I have sent you copies of the pictures from the scene... drink something before you view them."