Harry Potter Manacled Novels & Stories

She would have analyzed the door further but the scene in front of her paralyzed her. She saw a large bed. A man in middle fifties was lying on it. His hands and legs were restrained using handcuffs. About five-six men were surrounding him. Upon closer observation, she realized that they were similar to R in appearance. The man standing in the center had a scalpel in his hand. He was wearing a strange cap that distinguished him from the others. The man to his right was holding something like a wand and the man to his left held a box containing strange tools.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

"Now that you've seen how repulsive I really am… get out." He bent toward me and unlocked the pink handcuffs around my wrists. Frankly, I was too stunned to move. How the hell was I supposed to process the insane thing he had just said? A dreamboat like this was calling himself ugly? The man dialed a string of numbers and barked coldly, "Get your daughter away from me." The door opened, and a middle-aged couple entered with nervous, lowered heads. They were probably the parents of this body's original owner. Both trembled visibly, though disgust still flickered through their fear-stricken eyes.

Madam Pomfrey visibly pursed her lips in fury and answered. "It was a quidditch accident, Lord Ravenclaw, a simple cracked wrist that I could have fixed in a jiff. But the new DADA professor resolved to take the matter in his own hands instead of taking Mr. Potter to me. The boy even said that tried to stop him, but he insisted on fixing the issue, and he is 'the great' Gilderoy Lockheart." The last part was said with anger in her belly. "He ended up messing the spell up and vanished all of Mr. Potter's arm and hand's bones. And he had the audacity to say after that now that he had no bones, there was no more crack to fix!"

"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and the Deathly Hallows * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy I unlocked the door and hold it open so the girls could get in. After having lunch and getting desserts with the girls, I felt bad for leaving Nat alone at home so we had cut our Christmas shopping short and gone home afterward.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. So, what's it going to be Harry?" Jake's expression was devoid of any emotion as he spoke while sitting cross legged on a wooden chair across another wooden chair in which Harry was tied on. Harry had both his feets and hands tied together and was also tied to the chair with a rope around his waist and the chair. His handsome face was now almost unrecognisable because of how swollen it had become from being hit repeatedly by Jake's ruthless bodyguards. He even had a swollen eye and lower lip.

“What do you want? Do you want me to fight another wolf? Maybe do a little dance for your sick, twisted order’s entertainment?” He stalks toward me, smiling. I allow him to come close enough to me to smell the sharp, herbal scent of his robes. He grabs my arm, clapping the silver manacle back in place. “You forgot this. I’m only trying to keep my order safe from unruly witches and their untrained magic.” “I’m a wolf, not a witch.” I try to yank my hand from his grasp, but his filthy fingernails dig into my still tender skin. “If this is all, I’m going to go back to bed. Bring us some food, you fucking monster.”

He thought of another possible but dangerous means. “I need you to stay out here while I go in. Inform me of any strange occurrence…or if I need your help”, Alex instructed Harry while he took a concealed position behind a shrub, closely monitoring the entrance. After a while, a group of three men with indistinct faces, clothed in long red cloaks passed by. He waited to see their mode of entry. Each took out a chain from within their robe and placed the pendant in form of a pentagram over a fitting depression on what looked like a thick rectangular metal. They each dissolved in after a lock and key. Alex watched in awe for he had seen nothing of such.

I won't press charges against you. “I’m afraid that’s impossible, miss… Tell me if you need anything… I’ll bring everything, anything, just ask…” — The key to the lock and a cell phone! “Oh, besides that, Miss… You understand…” "I don't understand a damn thing!" Kit began to get angry. The man, it seems, is mumbling, you can’t be afraid of this ... Here is the mysterious Harry, the one who pulled off her abduction - this, apparently, is a dangerous creature ...

It all happened quickly. Indianna was waiting outside of the pack house with Greyson, Ace, and Kal. Indianna watched as the car came to a stop a few meters away from them and Harry and Oscar hurried out of the car, dragging out a screaming man with them. He looked wild. He was yelling, spitting and biting at Harry who was holding him. His face was red and his eyes were wide. Indianna could see blood streaking down his arms where he had been pulling at the rope binding his wrists together.