Harry Potter Inferi Novels & Stories

"This potion... it's too expensive. I... I'll transfer the money to you." A potion of this grade cost a normal werewolf a year's income. Hans looked at me, his eyes full of pity. After hesitating for a moment, he sighed. "No money needed, Miss. There is plenty in the house." I froze. "What?" "Ever since Miss Seraphina returned, Alpha Lucas has been frantically buying this potion from the black market at high prices," Hans lowered his head, his voice strained. "They stockpiled thirty bottles. They are keeping them upstairs, saying it's to extend Miss Seraphina's life..."

The damp ground still held traces of morning frost, and the trees stood still, as if listening to every approaching footstep. The first group transported Sylverleaf - an herb used to make the antidote against the Thanorite toxin. Wooden crates bound tightly and sealed with the sigils of both the Ivyshade and Blood Moon packs lay beneath wet tarps. The second group was escorting the captured traitor - a young warrior whose hands were tightly bound. His eyes burned with a feral defiance, like a beast cornered. Though his face was smeared with dried blood and dirt, a flicker of resistance still burned in his gaze, a clear sign he had not yet surrendered.

The crowd was silent, listening. "Liesel is building an army of corrupted half-bloods. She's using dark magic to twist them into monsters, to drain everything that makes them who they are and replace it with hunger and rage. She's already taken hundreds. She'll take more. And if we don't stop her, she'll come for your families, your friends, your children." A murmur rippled through the crowd. Fear, anger, grief. Elif understood all of it.

Yet, here I am, in a castle where I’m about to attend school. “Do the stairs change positions?” I whisper to Forrest, since he is the closest to me. He raises an eyebrow. “Why would they do that?” “Never mind,” I mumble. Right. I forgot. They don’t even know what Harry Potter is. “Explain yourself,” he demands, not leaving me room to argue. I roll my eyes. Forrest truly is the “alpha.” “It’s from this movie,” I say, waving my hand. Though, it’s much more than just a movie. It’s easier to explain it this way though.

He inhaled the delicious scent, trying to locate the source. Weird, thought Alexander. He used the portal most of the time but never felt that way. The strange feeling he was getting from inhaling the delicious scent intrigued him. He had to find the person. So, he took off running, following the scent like a Bloodhound. Soon, he ended up standing in front of Hertford Manor. Alexander peeked at the front yard, seeing a petite girl, her dark brown hair reaching to her waist. She was looking at the bright full moon, so he was unable to see her face. Her pale fists were curved into a ball; as if she was mired in deep thought.

“But you are central.” The ground pulsed. Plot Thirteen brightened. “You carry synthesis,” Inferno said. “The ability to harmonize blood, magic, and will. Healers of old required circles. You are becoming one.” The words were too big. I shook my head slightly. “What if I fail?” Inferno’s gaze softened. Ancient, deadly and protective.

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.