Harry Potter Inferi Novels & Stories

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.

Plotted with his sister who was also obsessed with Eve and Vlad who appreciate wealth and power more than people. Slowly, he break their marriage from one small thing to another. Mixing a magic potion, Terifha which was created by a witch he had paid generous amount of gold. It sole purpose is to drive Eve wolf berserk. Just a small drop make Eve crazy and almost in unconscious which is similar to a normal liquor. His plan worker seeing Eve become vicious and abusive towards Eve without he himself realising it. Small amount every drink he has and he didn't even know how much pain he had given her.

The blood foamed and was then torn in two, one normal and one reeking with dark streaks, like the fibres of a small thread that had been broken. Harriet peeked from the bed. "Is it bad?" "It's... weird," I said. "Come here." She approached me and stood on a chair, and looked on. "What does the dark part mean?" It is that something inside him is out of place. Harriet tilted her head. Like... like somebody put wrong stuff in him? "Yes." I swallowed. "Exactly like that." One more herb--a cursing unveiling powder--I added. In case Lucius were to be cursed, the powder would be turned to gold.

The hug was short and brief but it gave Akira the strength she needed to push just a little bit further. They walked around till Orion paused at the fantasy section of the library, the children's section to be precise. “Eureka!” He exclaimed. Akira chuckled at his childlike expression, “what are we doing here?” “Does this look familiar?” He asked. She looked closely at the book and smiled, “Harry Potter?” She asked in surprise. “Yes my darling, I believe that there's a creature in this book that might have a hand in Mirabel's petrification.” Akira scoffed, “I doubt the basilisk would want to have anything to do with her.”

I could feel a pooling heat, a slickness growing between my thighs with every step he took closer. I had a simple silk net on, it was made for the royals. And was the only kind in this 14th century. "What do you want in return for the information you have?" I asked, my voice was low. "Her young majesty is really wise," he said. "But, can you do what I want in return?" He asked. "Place your bid." "Be my mate for the rest of your life." For one moment, I forgot how to breathe. My brain went dry. I could not think of anything. He actually knew I was his mate. And he wanted to take advantage of it. That was real strategy.

"Alright... The remains of a dead otter... It was still so tiny. I took a guess that it was still a newborn when it died. I did not understand the idea behind all this. But after you mentioned about spells and charms, I think I start to get the idea..." . "Yeah... But what kind of dark magic do they use in this modern world? Even using a dead animal as their tool. Sick. Sick to the head. Sick to the mind." . "That's not all, Harry... There were also yellow, rotten teeth inside there. Precisely three pieces. It was so disgusting, I literally almost puked upon discovering it all." .

“His eyes had a pink tinge to them but that’s it.” “Are you sure?” She questioned. “Close your eyes and think. Is he wearing something out of the ordinary? Something you had never seen before?” “No. I did find the love spell here.” I flipped to the page and showed her, but she was shaking her head. “That isn’t a love spell. It’s an infatuation spell. It makes the one cursed become unhealthily attached to the speller to the point of murder. If the cursed ever find the one that cursed them with someone else. Or goddess forbid they have a child, and the child starts to take precedent for them, then they can go on a rampage.”

Maria hastened the process for us and had the potion ready by the early morning of the third day. She packed the bottle and handed it to me. Unable to contain my curiosity, I took it out for a closer look. It was a bottle of deep blue liquid, exuding an aura of formidable power even to the naked eye. I took a sniff and immediately regretted it; the stench was unbearable, far worse than the smell of decay. A potion like this, I thought, might just be lethal if consumed.

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.