Harry Potter Grindelwald Novels & Stories

Still, beneath the light of the moon, it glittered like a thousand stars, making it unadvisable to wear when stealth was required during the reign of night. In the vest, Grunald reminded Kilvic of Heltrot, his grandfather’s attendant. Though, for an attendant, he had only seen Heltrot as many times as the fingers on his hand and the toes on his feet through the span of his life. And like his grandfather’s attendant, it wasn’t hard to see the man who would instruct the class was more soldier than mage.

Everyone was mesmerized by the breath-taking beauty of the chalice that glowed under the yellow light of the chandelier. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

He parts from yet another rough kiss, the nasty, annoying smirk appearing on his lips. "Jealous much?" "Fuck you..." Suddenly, the howling crowd went silent. There was an incredible shift in the air, I couldn't pin point the feeling but it hit at the back of my neck. A response to threat, is such a reaction. Turning around, I see the wizard, looking old yet with jet black hair and tight skin, wearing sunglasses in the dimness of his own house, was him. Charles Glen, the Wizard.

“And headmistress Morwen?” “Headmistress Morwen fears me,” Harry said with a chuckle that wasn’t entirely human. “She should. Once, she tried to bind me to her will. She failed. But she thinks she has another way now.” His eyes moved to me, sharp and knowing. “You.” My skin went cold. “Me?” “Yes.” His tone softened, but words were sharp. “ Raven left you with a fragment of his power when he died,That power is dangerous. Headmistress Morwen craves for it. She’ll tear the academy apart to claim you.”

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

The spawn of the evil deceased Dark Lord, ruler of the Underworld. “Hmmm, now where did you hide the little Dark Lord?” He murmured, and the scene changed. Suddenly, a series of loud knocks slammed against the greenhouse door, sharp and abrupt, making Ron yelp and jolt back. The ladle clattered against the edge of the cauldron and the images vanished with a hiss, melting back into a bland swirl of violet mist. Ron groaned, shoulders slumping. Now he had to perform the spell all over again. Just who was it that was ruining his progress? He nearly found out where the Dark Lord was kept when he was a baby.

"You are a tall fella, aren't you? So what's your name?" Lord Ravenclaw asked the half-giant wizard. "Rubeus Hagrid, your Lordship, keeper of the keys and grounds of Hogwarts." "Mr. Hagrid, so tell me, who is Aragog and why do you say it was not the attacker?" "Just Hagrid, please. Aragog is an acromantula, he lives deep in the forest now. And he never attacked anyone in the castle." The Bloody Baron added to Hagrid's tale just after.

THE KINGDOM OF THE WIZARDS WRITER'S POV Queen Griselda was on her throne as furious as the last time, and Gwendolyn was made to kneel in front of her. "I remember you making mockery and talking about how incompetent the sons of Zed were, but here you are." she started, twirling her wand on her index finger. She pushed a strand of her lost brown hair before continuing, "Here you are without the prince." "Your majesty, I..." she said. " There was someone with him. "Someone so powerful, I've never seen such power in my life," Gwen cried. "Even more powerful than someone who has been trained in wizardry for years?" She yelled, her eyes turning into flames, and her right hand man, Rafael, slowly