Harry Potter Dobby Scenes Novels & Stories

he warned. One corner of her mouth twitched as a light of challenge entered her eyes as she continued to focus on the blank screen. "Start the movie, please, Toven." I snickered as I hit the buttons. The lights lowered and Harry, Hermione, and Ron appeared on screen. I slid back onto the bed, sandwiching Hollyn between me and my brother. I grabbed her other hand and settled in for a dual marathon event: Harry Potter movies and the winner of the Waiting Game.

It kills faster than imagined. Our eyes remain locked. A final weak gasps escape my lips. Dizziness kicks. My head wave's. It finally drops. His deadly foot claws are my last experience. Every where and everything turns black. **** Hermione's POV. My body twitch. I whimper. Bad memories roam my thoughts. I wriggle on whatsoever surface I lay. My foots knock tough surface. That performs the trick. My eyes instantly swing ajar. I loudly gasp. My eyes glow beta blue then slowly revert to normal

He was the only person in her life except for Tobias now and she had started considering him a true friend in such a short timespan. On the other side, Dylan was walking in the dark hallways of the basement, where he knew, the person he despised was held. A smirk was plastered over his face, as he opened the door of a dungeon and stepped inside. Harry turned to look at him, along with another man, whose knuckles were bloodied. “ So? ” He raised his eyebrows at Harry and he stepped aside, revealing a man, sitting on the chair, with his head hanged low and blood oozing out from numerous wounds on his body.

Dolly didn't say a word as she looked at her best friend with apprehensive eyes. “Hey, you have to keep calm, okay? Your kids will be found, trust me,” Harry tried to go cooed her as he took a bottle of water from the small table beside the bed and offered it to her. Yet, Scarlet rudely snatched the bottle of water from him and smashed it on the ground. “I want my kids back!” She shrieked at his face and Harry became dumbstruck. Silence seeps into the ward. #A HIDDEN ~ LOCATION#

PENELOPE'S POV~ The entire place fell silent as I cautiously placed my hands on the head of the lifeless boy. Within moments, a vivid scene began to unfold before everyone's eyes like a play on a stage, unveiling the events that had transpired prior to the boy's untimely demise. A faint image of a girl started to take shape, becoming clearer by the second. The scene revealed her stealthy movements as she navigated through the shadowy dungeon. Upon reaching the gate, she produced a mysterious liquid from her cloak, carefully pouring it onto the iron bars.

He whispered as he shook his head. He opened the door widely as he walked in, waiting for me to come in as well. I looked in as I saw Dumbledore’s back, he was looking at the portrait of an old man who certainly must be dead for years. I took the first step towards the door and the maid that called me kept on staring at me. “The f*ck, why is she staring me like that?? Darn it!!” I cursed within as I walked in. “So was she the one??” Dumbledore asked Darwin as Darwin sat down on his swivel chair.

She had held unto Harry for support as she couldn't stand any longer, her moan transcending into a loud, satisfactory and pleasurable scream. She became too weak to stand and felt dizzy, Harry carried her and placed her gently inside the bathtub then turned around with the drenched clothes and left the bathroom. Debby couldn't find any reasonable logic to the paradox of how a beast like Harry Vernon could effortlessly make her reach orgasm, without even thrusting inside her.

Covering myself up, I sat back down, choosing the furthest spot from him. He took off his t-shirt and threw it at me before he looked away. Gritting my teeth, took off the tattered remains of my top and I wore Dimitri's. Another hour passed in silence and pain for me before the entrance door opened. It was Dumbledore 2.0. But this time he was alone, his side bitches missing. He quickly began opening up Anna's door. Thank Goddess witches aren't affected by heat. Because I would have killed him. I really would have.

Lord Voldemort thundered in his beastly form as he grabbed hold of Dorian neck and began draining the life outta from him. Damon tried standing up on his feets but was too weak to even lift up a finger, all he could do was watch how the beast squeezed the life out of Dorian. "No, I'm going to kill you first." They heard a voice boomed behind them as they swiftly turn to meet a shocking scene. Even the uncionscious Dorian had to widened his eyes in awe. There above them, levitating in the air was Summer as her eyes were pure black, her hands emitted white light while her body emitted fire.

All I can make out is complete, thick red all over me, and I can behold the organs of all the witches and wizards standing in front of me. "Oh great, something is about to get freakish right now." Damon's POV The fear that is rocking through my senses is severe as I grip tightly against the jaw of the angry-looking dog in front of me. I twist its neck, rendering it completely lifeless before tossing it aside. Then I turn my head to behold Serena far away, being surrounded by the cloaked figures, stretching their hands toward her as if about to cast a spell on her that she might not be able to overpower.