Harry Potter Dudley Dursley Novels & Stories

I slowly open the door calling his name but no answer, the room was dark but eventually I reach a dark staircase. "Anthony" I call out, which makes sounds come from the bottom of the stairs, in a few seconds he appears walking up the stairs a little worried "someone's at the gate and have rang the bell loads" I explain, he puts his hands on my shoulders leading me out the dark room and back into the main part of the house. "Thanks for telling me doll, I'll go check it out" he smiles, making sure he closed the door, just making me wonder what was down there.

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.

The minute I saw the idiot who had tied me up, I am going to kill him. I heard footsteps and as I looked up I saw a man shadow through the floor boards. Dust was all over the small room, the only light coming through was from the floor boards. The shadow moved, disappearing from view before I heard steps coming down a set of stairs. Only a second later, the door was slammed open, illuminating the room with light too harsh for my eyes. The man in the doorway was someone I didn’t know but still made bile raise in my throat. He resembled Draco Malfoy with whitish blonde hair and a scowl that seemed like a scar. “She’s awake!” he called before entering the room, the door slamming closed behind h

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Phedra Elizabeth saw that Duncan Hiddleston was about to succumb to it. Duncan Hiddleston was lying on the ground, his whole body changed color, and his face was also pale, a little white. Very weak breathing. Duncan Hiddleston's mouth remained empty, muttering something. Duncan Hiddleston's hand was scratched by enduring pain for so long, so he clenched his fist to the ground. Phedra Elizabeth stepped forward, carefully, helping Duncan Hiddleston up.

I flipped the photo over and in Dudley’s handwriting, it said: John McLean, 1990. I flipped it back. Sure enough, he looked very similar to Edwards. He had a salt and pepper beard that wasn’t quite as shaggy and blue eyes that made me think for a second that I was exchanging a look with Edwards himself. I looked closer at the child in the back of the photo. He had lighter brown hair that was long and tousled. His little hands were wrapped around an apple and he had the same piercing, light blue eyes as his father. “This must have been while Dudley was working at TruFruit!” I said to Samson. “Good work, bud!”

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

They stopped at a big hall which had a deadly aura as the men pushed the teenagers inside the dark hall "Well,well,well and who do we have here?Hello Summer or should I call you Niece? . . . . . "Do you know my dad?" Summer asked staring at the strange man "Of course yes infact we were brothers" Lord Voldemort said as he finally came down from his throne revealing his handsome but evil face "Really,so you knew Mr Jerald?" Dorian asked as the man cold gaze fell on him

After no more than 30 seconds, he had the results. "Excruciating pain, and fast healing enchantment. What the bloody hell is a second year student doing with something like this?" Robards commented. Director Bones asks too. "Student name?" "On it." Auror Shacklebolt says and starts to look at the material on the desk for a name. On the front cover of the books, he found it. "Draco Malfoy." Auror Shacklebolt says. "He is too young to claim to be studying it for classes. Professor Snape?"

We both looked at the woman in black when she spoke. "Daniell Jane Cruz." My eyes widened when she mentioned my full name. "Cyrille Bertiz." Cyrille and I looked at each other. "H-how did you know our name?" Cyrille asked tremblingly. The woman did not answer. We also couldn’t see her face because it was covered. “Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king’s horses and all the king’s men Couldn’t put Humpty together again.” My hand kept shaking. That song