Harry Potter Masks Novels & Stories

’ he whispered softly. ‘I was wondering what she’d been like tonight?’ Rowena whispered back. ‘Magnificent. Do you want to touch her?’ She frowned. ‘Surely she’d never let me.’ ‘She won't know,’ Lewis promised her, keeping his voice low. Rowena watched him draw a black velvet mask from his pocket, then he sat on the bed beside the sleeping Harriet and carefully slipped it over her head until her eyes were covered. Exhausted, Harriet slumbered on.

Even if he was in the mansion, other than in front of Caleb, Cedric and a handful of trusted men, he would never wander around without his mask. Matthew and Harry’s face became downcast as soon as they turned to bid good night to their dear friend. They didn’t even know when he had slipped on a mask, but at the moment when they turned around to wish him good night he was wearing a mask; the mask looked exactly the same as the one Thomas had described. “You don’t need this anymore.” Harry pulled off the mask in anger “We will protect you. I want to see who dares to touch my brother.” Jerome looked at the man in front of him with a complicated expression for a long while before nodding. Howeve

Debby explained in detail. "What sort of mask did he had on?" Harry asked, hoping he could ask Horace to find the person's identity through the type of mask used. "It was a black mask and it had horns drawn on it. My vision was really blurry to be able to describe how it looked precisely." Harry thought through and realized he had no enemy in Darkwood that would dare come against him. Thus the phenomenon was quite a mysterious one. "Fred was also injected by the same person." Harry said. Debby looked up at Harry and fear crept into her skin as she thought about the wellbeing her son.

But because of that, the two puppets dashed to his front and made a slash on the side of his face. The silver mask was severed and fell, revealing a handsome, delicate face inside. But at this moment, a wound was left on his face. Blood flowed slowly. “Ahh!” “He... Why does he look exactly like those clones?” After looking at Mask’s face clearly, Hermione exclaimed at once. “He’s also a puppet man?” After looking at his face clearly, the Phaseless Dweller was infuriated. “So a spy was among us, just die then!” Countless attacks were directed at Mask.

Hermione tuned them out, or tried to, until a woman’s voice called out her name. “Hermione!” The voice cut through the ambient chatter like a blade, stopping Hermione mid-step. She didn’t need to turn around to identify it. She’d know that shrill and performative tone anywhere. She closed her eyes briefly, composed her features, and turned around. Sarah Granger hurried toward her, red curly hair bouncing. Her purple sequined dress caught the chandelier light like a disco ball. In her hand dangled a white mask, one of the handheld ones, useless for concealing anything, favored by people who wanted people to know who exactly they were.

"Maybe not. The decision is up to you. I just did it for your information but I hope we're inside the hideout. Outside let's go back to the past and our hidden Identity, is it clear?" "Yes!" the women answered at once. Everyone had fun. "Guys, do you agree that we should remove our masks at the same time?" Astra asked happily. Dindo is just waiting to see what happens next. He wanted to approach and hug Amore but he felt embarrassed. He was contented to just watch his friend first. He was also happy because she was safe. It’s his fault why she almost perished at Regor’s hands. "Are you all ready? One, two, three-," Astra said then they removed the masks at the same time.

He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.” I became dumbfounded at the moment and couldn’t speak a word but just look into his sparkling eyes. He blinked and cleared his throat before looking away, he made his way out of the room without looking back. My heart that was accelerating at the moment stopped the instant he closed the door vanishing from my sight.

His eyes shifted onto the frowning lady. But seeing the look of sheer happiness on her son’s face made the mother drew a deep breath. Taking the kraken mask which symbolized the founder of the Transylvania Academy—and by far the most used mask among the guests—she gave the mask to her son as she rummage her purse for a piece of spirit stone. “We’ll have this.” “Yes! Thank you, mom! I will be mighty like Headmaster Kraken so I can protect you forever!” His small limbs encased his mother’s waist with a hug as his hand held the mask with utmost care.

The subordinate nodded. Hearing his subordinate's words, Harry had a smile on his face, and a little joy on his face. "Okay, tell her, I'll wait." When his voice dropped, he suddenly raised his left wrist, with a silver chain on his wrist. The necklace's shape was very simple, only a small heart-shaped pendant, and it was pure silver of a slightly translucent metal. Harry lowered his head, stunned at the pendant on his wrist. … In half an hour. The revealingly dressed Luna appeared at the door of the villa, after getting off the car, she led a woman wearing a hat and mask like her.

“He’s auctioning kids, Marcus! What the fuck is going on?” We had already put on the masks Marcus had procured from the trunk of his car – simple, elegant black half-masks that covered our eyes, common enough in these high-society, illicit gatherings to not draw attention. They were meant to conceal our identities, but right now, I felt like mine was screaming.