Harry Potter Dies In Azkaban Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

The sharp scent of ash, smoke, and mold melded together to create an aroma that was as acrid as it was thick. Each step, each movement was carefully placed. At one point, Draco closed a door too hard, and half the wall came tumbling down. Any more mishaps and not only would the neighbors be alerted, but so would the local authorities. “How exactly did Felix die, anyway?” I asked Azrael, “It’s been bothering me for a long time. I know I hit him pretty hard with that toaster, but it couldn’t have been enough to kill him.” My darling, vicious mate pulled me into his arms, cradled my jaw with his hand, and murmured against my lips, “I shattered his bones, then tore out his throat.”

Her hair is covering her face and that’s when I notice it’s not Amelia. “You bastard” - I say and he starts laughing. “You do like her don’t you?” - He says I feel someone kicking me behind my knees and I fall on them. Harry puts a gun against my head and I close my eyes. I know this is it for me. I know this is my last chance. I haven’t heard them storming inside so I think Gabe is not here yet. He is leaving me here to die. “Amelia I love you” - I whisper

Her immortal essence, the very thing that had defined her for centuries, had left her body. Zaza stood frozen, his eyes darting between the slumped forms of Harper and Alan. He approached Alan cautiously, his hands trembling as he reached out to check for a pulse. “What the hell just happened?” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. The crystal ball, now shattered into pieces on the ground, emitted faint wisps of energy as it absorbed every trace of dark magic in the yard. The corrupted energy fought to escape, but the crystal redirected it toward Harper. Her body convulsed one last time before going eerily still.

I hugged my mentor. "Thank you, Pamela." "You are coming along nicely, Mr. Potter," Pamela patted my cheek. "Your praise leaves me suspicious, Professor Snape. Besides, if I'm going to die, it helps me to know you'll go first ." "That was uncalled for," Pamela chided me. It was the 'Snape' role she rejected. "Snape gave up his life for Harry, Dumbledore died for Draco," I countered. "Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that," Pamela shone with joy and pride.

Susan looked up at me and said with a shaky voice “Oh Darling, Hymen died in his cell, it all happened so quickly and there was really no time to mourn his passing.” “So terribly sad, so terrible,” the Hatter muttered quietly. I sighed visibly shaken by the news. Haziel held on to me and for the first time, I cried in his arms.

"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.

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.

As a new song comes on Dominic was dancing with another girl who’s name I don’t remember and Anna was dancing with Bane and a few other couples crowded the floor. “I never intended to kill you out there,” Charles stated, as he turned us around. I rolled my eyes internally and kept a fake smile on my lips. “You’re a beautiful girl, Caliana. It’s such a shame my brother never wanted you to live,” Charles said. As I stared into his eyes I saw he was telling the truth. Harry wants me to die. “Why?” I couldn’t stop how my voice trembled as I fought back the tears. “I’ve told you already. I don’t like repeating myself,” He muttered.

I questioned again. “Because this is my fate after I killed him. Harry was destined to die in the real world that day and I had to prevent it from happening. I twisted his fate because I didn’t want him to be gone too soon.” This wasn’t making any sense but in the back of my head, Diana was telling the truth. Right now, my mind is boggling with everything she has said since it’s something that is hard to believe. “So where did you bury Harry? I want to see him.” I demanded.

Not after she put my friend in such a condition. “T-the wizard w-who made the potion can surely reverse it.” “Where is he?” I let go of her. But as soon as I asked, she smirked. “That’s the thing though. That wizard already died…” ‘You… Don’t you dare play with me! If–” “I am not lying! He is really dead!” That instantly made me weak. I was about to punish Nancy when I heard Albert start whimpering through our mindlink. “I think I'm going to die…Can't I see you once more before it...little princess?” he complained. His voice was already weak.