Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Deaths

He took me in his arms, pressed the muzzle of the gun to my temple. "All of you will rot along with me and her," he yelled at the policemen. He loaded his gun, I closed my eyes, I saw my whole life go through my mind in a matter of seconds. I would die, this time if I would. My tears fell. I could hear Max's desperate cries at not being able to do anything. I heard a loud detonation, I clasped my eyes as much as I could, but I felt that Oliver's arms were leaving me, I opened my eyes and saw Oliver's body collapse, in his head there was a large hole, you could see small pieces of his brain mass on the floor. I turned to look to the sides, the lights of the patrol cars blinded me, I ju

“That’s not what they’re trying to say, Lilly.” I look around at the people now staring at me. No one is saying anything, so I can’t get a grip on what’s going on. Surely Harry couldn’t have slipped past this many people? He’s three years old, for Goddess sake! Surely one of them caught up with him. Bastain grabs my face between his hands. “Harry is gone, Lilly.” “I know, and we’re wasting time standing here talking when we should be looking for him!” “There’s no point,” This time, I turn toward Leander. “Harry died, Lilly.”

“We didn’t believe her until she started sending pictures of you holding a dangerous potion. She said that you wanted to use your depression as a mask to take over the company. She also told us the exact date you planned on killing our father and despite how we tried to save him, he still died that day” My jaw dropped, staring at him in utter disbelief, trying to wrap my head around what was happening when something popped up in my head. The potion. It was a healing potion and Susan was the one who bought it for me. She said that it would heal my broken heart and kill my depression. But when I was about to take the potion,it slipped off my fingers and fell to the ground. “Potion!” “Yes! A de

"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.

Harry lifted my chin with his finger and took a closer look at me, sighing. ‘Yeah, I know. They really did a number on my face, huh?’ I tried to make a light-hearted joke, but he didn’t find it funny. ‘Yeah. They did’. I took his hand and held it in mine. ‘I’m safe now. It’s all good’. He ‘’hmmm’’ed. ‘Are the other guys ok?’ He looked over at Alexander and then back at me, ‘Harry?’ ‘Kip and Pulp… ‘ He trailed off, shaking his head. They were dead. I looked away and closed my eyes. They were nice guys, they didn’t deserve that! ‘Tommy left before we did, he should be back soon... ‘

What had she done? “ H-he can't be de-dead! ” She sobbed out and took another step back, but her legs gave out and she fell on the floor. Dumbfounded, Harry was observing her unexpected reaction. He had not expected something like this from her, but here she was; sitting on the groun and crying at the fact, that she had accidently killed someone. He had never expected her to cry just like this.

"Alright... The remains of a dead otter... It was still so tiny. I took a guess that it was still a newborn when it died. I did not understand the idea behind all this. But after you mentioned about spells and charms, I think I start to get the idea..." . "Yeah... But what kind of dark magic do they use in this modern world? Even using a dead animal as their tool. Sick. Sick to the head. Sick to the mind." . "That's not all, Harry... There were also yellow, rotten teeth inside there. Precisely three pieces. It was so disgusting, I literally almost puked upon discovering it all." .

, she asked alarmed. Mark who was standing closest to her had nothing else to say to her, Lucas and Andrew too. Lord Dracula also stared at her. "Charles is truly dead. He most likely died in the car crash but if he did not, the explosion surely killed him!", Katharine said. She was the least sorry he was dead. To her, he was an asshole and deserved to die as he did.

"He's killed many werewolves. Too many to count. If Ben already had a grudge against Harry then he would be ruthless if he found out about him being a werewolf. They would be in grave danger." "So Oscar warned us," Ace said. "And we thought nothing of it. We didn't think Ben knew about us. We didn't think we had to worry. But we were wrong and shit hit the fan." "Literally," Kal muttered. "And it ended up Harry beating Ben to death. It was not pretty." "How the hell did this not get mentioned before?" Indianna gasped. Harry narrowed his eyes. "I don't go around announcing to people that I've killed someone. Especially since the brother of the person I killed goes our school."

He said, his one word almost making me cough. “No?” “No. They didn't live.” He stared straight into my eyes. “What didn't live?” “Ginny and Kevin. They died two days after your death.” I gasped, “How… How did you…?” How the hell did he even know what I was talking about? “Because I killed them with my own hands.”