Harry Potter Harry Vs Voldemort Novels & Stories

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.

"Yes, Master." As soon as we opened the door, Harry dashed out. Instead of heading straight for the center of the vampire group, he led them to one side, seemingly aiming to draw them away from me so I could confront Roy from another angle. His combat prowess was exceptional; without Lisa's support, he had already dispatched several vampires. When Lisa joined the fray, their teamwork was seamless, and the vampires fell faster and faster. Some who tried to scheme were immediately caught by Ethan's watchful eye and held in place, awaiting Harry's judgment.

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

“I’m not touching that. I’ll get tetanus or something.” Harry glanced over at me with a flat, unimpressed look. “And you think I’m going to touch it?” I tried to stare him down. “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who wanted to be the hero. So go ahead and be the hero, Harry. Open it. Don’t let me stand in your way.” Harry looked at the knob, then at me, then back at the knob, and the devil grinned. I expected something stupid like ‘open sesame’ or ‘alohomora’. But nope, he had to be dumb but piss me off at the same time as well.

he said but obviously, Hari thought the other boy was joking and he thus didn't take him seriously. "Ha ha ha, hurt me? How? I know you aren't trained and you don't have any weapon on you. So, pray tell, how would you have hurt me? Or are you a witch and you wanted to abracadabra me?" He said while laughing and Ravi just shook his head. "Abd... abda... what?" Ravi asked all confused because he didn't understand what Hari said. "You know, Harry Potter?" Hari said expecting Ravi to understand but he still had that confused lost look.

“Do you think she’ll survive you? Do you think you’re anything more than another danger circling her throat?” “Maybe,” Harry said softly, “but at least I’m honest about what I am. Can you say the same?” Her shadows came forward, moving like vipers. Instinctively, I raised my hand, ready to shield myself—but Harry moved before I could. With nothing but a flick of his wrist, light—no, not light, something sharper, darker, older—cut through the shadows, shattering them into wisps of smoke. The garden went still again.

I started to giggle maniacally. It takes me a few minutes to get myself under control. Once I do, I stand back on my feet. I walk over to the small desk by Harry's table and serve myself a glass of water. After taking two gulps, I decide I'm satisfied. I walk over to Harry's window to scope out what is happening outside. It's easy to tell which men are Harry's and which are Oliver's. The former are the ones losing. That's mainly because they've not been training strategically for battle. They've been trained for brutality.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:12 AM Erik commented and continued to watch, as an eerie and raspy voice ordered Quirrel to 'use the boy'. Quirrell then ordered the boy to look at the mirror. Mr. Potter then stood in front of the mirror and Erik paused again. He quickly positioned himself behind the boy and 'unpaused' the memory. He watched as the boy's reflection took a red ruby-like stone from its pants' pocket, showed it to him, gave him a wink and put the stone back in the pocket. Mr. Potter then, as sneaky as an elephant in a china store could be, checked his pocket and noticed the bulge in it. But the stupid professor didn't seem to notice.

Lily asked. “Like Voldemort, he put pieces of his soul into objects so he could live forever. Evil fucking bastard, with his snake head.” Cyrus explained. “So, you’re actually turning Lily’s beautiful story into a kid’s story about a wizzard villain?” His mate April asked, rolling her eyes at her Cyrus. We all laughed. Cyrus always had a movie or song lyric to quote to explain a situation. “It’s not like Harry Potter. You can’t resurrect us using our grandkids.” I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide.