Harry Potter Fanfiction Hogwarts Watches The Graveyard Scene นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I’d grown up without any trace of attention and love that the minute a man looked at or smiled at me I was head over heels, swooning or planning our freaking wedding with a shit-eating grin on my face. Hagrid shrugged wordlessly, and the singular act told me everything I needed to know. He was giving his life for me, a neck in place of another neck, I shook my head, watching the man clamp the cuffs about his own thick wrist as my heart pounded wildly in my chest. “Go!” He barked harshly, his face contorting into an ugly mask so that I gasped, scrambling away from the cold steel bars of the gates and pausing momentarily in the hallway when the dark winding walkway seemed to stretch and contor

She tried to concentrate, but her emotions overwhelmed her, making it difficult to focus. Suddenly, the sound of something breaking pierced the silence. Lilith's eyes shot open, and her breath caught in her throat as she beheld the sight before her. The grave was now completely shattered, its pieces scattered around, but it wasn't the broken grave that terrified her. It was the lifeless girl lying in the open grave, her eyes wide open and fixed upon Lilith, wearing a somber expression on her face. A scream tore through Lilith's lips, and she crawled away from the grave in sheer terror, panting heavily.

The sound of crashing glass echoed through the entire pack house. By the time the guards arrived, the alpha was tearing apart his study, books flying, shelves collapsing, his fury was like a hurricane set loose, destroying everything in its path. "Get the sage," Harry whispered, panic rising in their voice. “Now!” another barked. I watched from the doorway, my nightwear clutched tightly around me. Tears streamed down my cheeks, not from guilt, but from the bitter realization that I hadn’t won. Atleast not yet.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. ~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince. •• Noor sat besides her father, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady beeping of the monitors, a background noise that seemed to dull the white noise within her head.

I could see a huge house, nearly a mansion, up ahead, and it seemed that we were going that way. To my right I could see booms of fire and lightning, hooded figures, and wolves. Dust and smoke and so much carnage. Bodies lying on the field, not moving. The movement of Jake’s continued run gave me something else to concentrate on, and I looked forward again. We pass the building and are nearing a battlefield. Something straight out of the final few Harry Potter films. Scorched earth. Blood. Weapons. Fur. A limb.

Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore. Morgan raised his hand to wipe away her tears; he just couldn't keep seeing her crying so hysterically and heartbroken. But when she saw his action, she flinched and backed away from him with her eyes filled with fear. His pupils shrank violently as he stared at her. ‘She was afraid of him. Did she think he would hurt her?’ He thought.

"The forbidden river. It's still boiling. The water hasn't stopped. And the moon. Even though it's daytime. You can still see it in the sky. Still red." My blood goes cold. "That's impossible," Margaret says. "The moon can't be visible during the day." "It is," the scout insists. "Everyone can see it. The whole pack is panicking." "Anything else?" Dante asks. His voice is deadly quiet. The scout hesitates. Then whispers, "The graveyard. Something's happening in the graveyard." "What do you mean?" I ask before I can stop myself. The scout looks at me. His face is white with fear. "The dead are moving, we can hear scratching from inside the graves. Like something's trying to get out."

Torches burned in iron brackets on the walls, casting dancing shadows that made everything look like a nightmare. And everywhere I looked, there were eyes. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Glowing in the darkness between the pillars. Watching me. "Ah, the half-blood awakens." A voice echoed from somewhere above. I looked up and saw a balcony circling the room. On it stood a woman with silver hair and skin so pale she looked like she had been carved from ice. She was beautiful in the way a frozen lake was beautiful—stunning, but capable of killing you if you stepped wrong.

heather, heather i am a branch of aurora, my body is the vessel of the undead i am a secret that is left to be solved," Gao yu start muttering as the pupils in his eyes started to slowly disappear. What is wrong with him so many student said as they noticed the weird atmosphere that was rising more and more. Actually when professor Snapes started the incantation Gao yu felt himself drawn to a seperate world that he found increasingly familiar. Walking deeper into the world Gao yu who did not know that he was already reciting an incantation keep walking as so many memories of his childhood continued flashing by.

That was the signal for the departure of everyone who watched us as if the show was over. At that point, I could not help but gasp as the transparent liquid went down from my eyes to my cheeks. But before anyone could notice it, I immediately wiped away the tears that welled my eyes. I got up from the trade while still carrying the book. I turned to look back at Hailey and Albus. There, I saw them again. I saw two black shadows behind them. Two grim reapers who would soon take their souls to the other side of the world.