Harry Potter Grindelwald Novels & Stories

"I also felt it earlier, but when I wanted to investigate it. The figure has already left and left no trace at all. Even my abilities can't detect where it went!" A conversation that probably not everyone will understand. It all started 5 years ago when Edward and Harry were kidnapped. They experience things that are very sadistic and torture that make Edward's power and his unknown identity appear out of nowhere. Edward is a vampire, a spiritual being who is often considered a myth. While Harry is a Siren, a kind of living creature that lives in the depths of the water in Middle Earth. All of this seemed unbelievable to both of them. But this is real. And what always makes them wonder is ab

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

The ground kept trembling and I looked up, searching for the reason behind this strange earthquake. The last portal flashed in the distance, Selmor accompanied by an elder man with a grey beard appeared, he was strapped down to him by a leash. The man must be the druid by the name of Grendal. Before the portal zapped closed, two giant creatures nudged their way through the magical gateway.

"It was your great grandfather's old signature. Someone is using his clearance." A harsh, bitter laugh barked from Draco's throat... a sound devoid of any humor. "My great grandfather is six feet under," Draco snarled, the metal of his gun creaking as his knuckles turned stark white. "And anyone stupid enough to try and resurrect his ghost in my house is walking straight into a fucking execution. How many of them are there?"

He looked over at the other men, “Hans, get her some water.” “What are you doing Felix?” asked an older man, as the younger man ran off. “Griff, we don’t torture.” He looked at the man before turning back to me. “Who are you?” “You can’t believe anything she says, she’s a manipulator. She killed her own kind,” claimed Griff. Killed my own kind? I could never… I blacked out, I’m missing a lot of time, what if I did do something? I was messing around with a lot of spells. What if… I began breathing fast again.

Then, he quickly followed the vice principal’s lead and folded his robes, placing them on the table beside Wángzǐ. And I'm not going to be coddling you ." Hikaru swallowed hard, not liking the sneer on Wángzǐ’s face or the glint in his dark eyes. Smoothing a sweaty hand down his shirt, Hikaru stumbled the two steps with his wand in hand. Yatagarasu Wángzǐ looked elegant and lethal, a slender figure in black at the other end of the gleaming length of wood. Hikaru may have been responsible for getting rid of Voldemort, but he knew that the man before him was a truly formidable and powerful wizard.

"No. He's gone into hiding. With so many members here though, we're going to step into his kingdom and arrest him. Quill is even stripping him away from his titles. He's going to lose his packs and be thrown into the dungeons for as long as he shall live." With each word that's uttered from his mouth, his face goes a bit more red. These punishments sound severe but at the same time, it doesn't sound enough. After a bit, we sit in silence, each locked in our thoughts. The silence is interrupted when the maids walk in, an elderly man walking behind them, and a young boy following after them. "Sirs, and my lady? The wizard Lockhart Whendon, and his apprentice Alder Fowl have arrived." she said,

He looked like a man with a big cock, not bigger than mine, but certainly bigger than Hagrids. “No! No! Please- Arghhh!” Hagrid bellowed when I pressed the ring firmly into his eye, watching with delight as the flesh of his eyelids peeled, seeming to be sucked up by the flames, and rolled away like used tissue paper before the flames hissed at the wetness of his eyes.

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

She felt a sharp pain in her rib cage as she tried to pull herself up. “Your father must have said alot about me… Oh! He didn't? Allow me introduce myself. The greatest wizard, sixth order of the Phoenix, Pablo Martinez, but You Call me Master. Your kind is not worthy of my name”, he bragged. The strong smoke from his pipe coupled with the effect of the impact made her dizzy as he hovered rotationally around her. She regretted not obeying her father, but she also couldn't watch him die cheaply, in the hands of a power-hungry lunatic.