Harry Potter Deathly Hallows Voldemort Novels & Stories

The merciless punisher; anyone who opposed him faced a vicious animal. He was compared to Voldemort in Harry Potter —he who shall not be named or whatever. We all knew it was him behind the attacks, but we could only hope that it wasn’t. After all, hadn’t we convinced ourselves that fear was just a product of our creative minds? I looked over at Lily, who was rocking back and forth. Could she be wrong and misinformed? I pray she is wrong!

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

“Cole and I will be back late tonight. We can make a plan to meet up with him tomorrow.” There was this stubborn finality in his voice that had me biting back a snarl. I understood the motives behind his words and how he just wanted to keep me safe, but he wasn’t listening to what I was saying. “Hael, he has information on…on…you know, he who must not be named.” I heard Cole shout in the background, “…he knows Voldemort?!” Olive buried her face in one of the frilly throw pillows and began to laugh. Biting back a grin of my own, I rolled my eyes and got back down to business.

She laid there helplessly. In the meantime, Phil, who came through the portal, saw Becca’s body on the ground. He got here from Becca’s house, but he was too late. He examined the body, to see whether she was really dead or not. When he couldn’t feel her breathing anymore, he chuckled and said, “Well, it’s better you are dead. If I didn’t get the potion, no one else should have either.” He further spoke, pulling a few strands of Becca’s hair behind her back. “Becca Hertford died with the potion to save the love of her life. Rot in hell.” With that, he returned to the vampire world.

he shouted becoming violent and tried pushing his way through his eyes turning red like blood. I rise to my feet, "that is enough" his eyes widen as he looks back at me and he begins to cough and heave "Cory the vial" once again the specimen is coughed up and Harry collapses but Carson catches him, Cory sealed it and placed the vial back into his pocket.

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.

"You're paranoid." "Yeah." I turn back. "So should you be." He frowns. "What does that mean?" I walk back, pick up the mug, and sip. "Harry's dead." The words land heavy. I don't react. Just nod. "He was gutted," Bolton adds. "In your apartment. We connected the dots. Plus we couldn't find a body." My grip tightens on the mug. Hot coffee sloshes over my hands and thighs. I don't react. Don't feel it.

"Okay… but promise you won’t leave me." She didn’t even hesitate. "I promise." A heavy silence filled the room. Then, finally, he said it. "Okay, Ivy… I… They… Actually, uhm… I killed them." Ivy's breath caught. Her entire body went stiff. Her eyes went wide. "What?" "Tell me, Harry," Ivy whispered, cupping his face, her thumbs brushing against the rough stubble on his jaw. His breathing was ragged and his eyes was clouded with fear.

I feel the burning of the knife in my back. "I have saved your life, and you do this to me. It is shameful that you are such a fool. My spell will not die with me. You have to stand your death sentence. You will die with me here tonight. It is a very powerful spouse, and it cannot be removed unless I do it, and I won't do it cause you put a knife in my back," I say. I know I am dying slowly, but so is my murderer. I close my eyes, and I know I will feel no peace. I know there is no good place where dark witches can go. I also know that Harry will end up where I will be because we are not good creatures. We will end up in hell with all the dark gods. I do not know if I am happy or sad. I hear

"V-Voldemort." Some staff members flinched at the name. The cold sweat was still pouring off Albus' face, and he talked again. "Tom Marvolo Riddle was the birth name of Lord Voldemort. He was one of my students here in Hogwarts. I was the one that delivered his acceptance letter at the orphanage when he was eleven years old." Albus Dumbledore said with labored breathing. He looked up to Erik, and found him smiling at him. "See? Was it that difficult?"