Harry Potter Godric Hollow Novels & Stories

I straddled him to deepen the kiss when we heard a whistle behind us. “If I had known you guys would give this kind of show, I would’ve brought popcorn.” I broke away to see George and Harry walking towards them. I jumped up to greet them, pulling them both into a hug. “What are you guys doing here?!” “You think we’ll leave you going against a crazy witch without our help. Besides, I have never seen a grimoire up close before,” Harry said with a sparkle in his eye. I looked at George, who rolled his eyes as Harry gushed about the books Mirja let him keep.

“No. There is no One God. There is only men, and their greed.” They watched until dawn, and then covered the remains of the fire and the bones of the body with stones from around the area, before riding back to their homes. As soon as Talen entered his, he knew he was not alone. He paused in the doorway, the lightening sky behind him and shadows within, but he did not need light to recognize Harry as the other vampire rose to his feet from where he had been sitting at the table. “Harry?” “Thaelen,” Harry’s voice was soft and uncertain. “Where have you been?”

There was nothing left for Gandalf to do except reflect on his vanishing existence, his heartbeat gradually slowing until it ceased altogether. Xavier let out a howl after confirming that Gandalf had finally died within Harry's body. The werewolves outside immediately smiled with joy upon recognizing the victorious howl delivered by Xavier. Xavier rushed to Viggo's side, offering his support as Viggo struggled to remain on his feet. Viggo's eyes were fixed on Harry, who lay on the ground. Suddenly, a dark aura burst forth from Harry's body, dissipating into the air. Viggo's heart raced as he realized that the malevolent influence of Gandalf was no longer present within Harry.

Once, twice, until black licks at my sight. What? The gold strand catches light from passing streetlamps. Harry’s hair. The last time I saw it, I was brushing it from his eyes, telling him I’d be home soon. That was four days ago. Before he died in my arms. But Mad-Bishop was in Moscow when Harry died. Dakor wasn’t. Oh God. What have I done? My throat tightens. I glance at Mad-Bishop, then back to him. Dakor smirks again.