Harry Potter Dudley Dursley Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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

Nobody knows. It was a very hard time, we were at war. Me, Harry, Hermione, Ron and the whole Hogwarts. At war with the one who's name should not be taken. I will though because "Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." Voldemort with his wicked army , stood infront of us. We all were on the battlefield with our wands and brooms ; flying in the air , casting spells on each other. The sky was painted metallic and lighting bolted every ten seconds. We fought until we made the Dark Lord vulnerable and then I stepped forward and swished my wand. "Avada Kedavara!", I spelled out; and the light escaped my wand. It struck him and he collapsed. "Now you are a nobody knows!" (No body

After parting the curtain a little in an unnoticeable manner, Harry peeped to see if he could recognise anyone. At first, all he could see were three teenage boys in a hoodie. Later when he began to pick words from the conversation, he realised there was only a masculine in the trio; the others appeared to be feminine. This was vindicated when one pulled her hoodie off her head, and shaked her hair. It was a short bub, and Harry couldn't remember where he'd seen this person, but he was sure the face was familiar — he just couldn't place it right.

“Look at mah bum. Look at mah bum. Look at mah big, big bum.” Dudley got up to nine stones before they fell, quite an achievement. He leaned back with his eyes tightly closed, and roared at the sky. “Arghhh! It’s not fair! I want to see her big, sexy bum!” Flossie stopped and turned around, her face flushed beetroot-red. Dudley opened his eyes and looked at her. She made a ‘yeep’ sound and ran away. “What?” Dudley looked at the rest of us. “Where is she going?”

Sebastian put the photo away and said to Rowan and Arran, "I'll take this photo. From now on, the Sanguis Cult must never set foot in Dramon again!" "Yes, my lord!" the two of them answered and watched as Sebastian walked off into the distance. … Meanwhile, in the suburbs of Draepolis, in an estate that sprawled over a thousand hectares, Dudley was toying with a pair of steel balls. He was the current head of the Yeoman family. His eyes gleamed as he gazed out into the limitless, starry sky. "Dad, who were you talking to on the phone? I thought I heard you mention Alyssa's marriage?" a middle-aged man asked nervously. He had a square face and was dressed in a black suit, and he stared fixedl

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

Fane arched his brow, and stared at Dudley with calm eyes, “You go out first and your brother stays. He will exit with us.” Dudley was impressed with Fane’s deep thinking. He smiled bitterly, and sighed inwardly, thinking that Fane did not need to resort to doing this, for there was no way he would dare to play tricks at this time. Fane was not that kind of soft-hearted person. Dudley would be the first to die should anything untoward happen. Dudley closed his eyes and strode out of the open space. After he stepped over, there was only a breeze blowing over his temples, making his fine hair stuck to his face. Nothing else happened.