Harry Potter Files Novels & Stories

He was a man who believed he was untouchable, so his passwords were arrogant simple strings of numbers representing dates of his greatest hits. As I dive into the deep web, bypassing his security layers, the screen flickers to life with a list of files that would make the devil blush. I am no longer just Hailey; I am a silent observer of a monster’s life. I scroll through folders titled with innocent names like "Maintenance" or "Garden Projects," but inside are the records of a decade of blood.

Or at least, trying to move on. 'That's ...,' Hazel bit her lower lip, then forced a smile. 'You better ask Edward first.' 'O-oh ...,' he nodded weakly, then looked down. No longer dared to look at Hazel's brown eyes. Ah, that was right. He just realized that since he woke up until now, he had not seen Edward at all. Where was he? 'Oh, I forgot. Verdict asked me to tell you to look at the files in here,' Hazel took out a flash disk that read 1 Terabyte with a thick Futura font on the grey body of the flash disk.