Harry Potter Meme Voldemort Novels & Stories

The merciless punisher; anyone who opposed him faced a vicious animal. He was compared to Voldemort in Harry Potter —he who shall not be named or whatever. We all knew it was him behind the attacks, but we could only hope that it wasn’t. After all, hadn’t we convinced ourselves that fear was just a product of our creative minds? I looked over at Lily, who was rocking back and forth. Could she be wrong and misinformed? I pray she is wrong!

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

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.

I can only assume this was Hail’s passive-aggressive way of punishing me and giving the cupcake protection because it’s my house sigil on the crest around her neck. Not my clan, Dracule, but house Vlademyre’s brand in the silver metal plate. One Hail didn’t bother to have her leave out to avoid this situation. Ally, enemy, kid. Doesn’t really matter at this point because all of them harassed someone under my protection. The immediate jump back as his heart lands with his body, comes with stark recognition as I lift our new servant into my arms. At least from them. Cupcake, on the other hand, has no clue what just happened.

So long that dust had thickly coated it but somehow, it still seemed to be boiling. Picking it up, I approached the doctor and asked him about it. His eyes widened, confirming my suspicion that it was indeed strange. "Where did you find that? I thought I had disposed of it. That is an extract of Voldemort root. It is a poison that kills a human within an hour so, I would advise that you return it. I wouldn't want to be the reason why your master loses a maid." I smiled faintly as I returned to the stall. By the time I returned, the doctor had finished packing and handed the basket to me.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

Suddenly he got hit by Nirav’s toy car. “Ouch. Have you gone mad Little mouse?”, Vir shouted at Dhara. “How dare you say that I look like Bellatrix? You look more like Lord Voldemort you noseless species”, Dhara shouted at Vir. “For your kind information I have a nose. So I am not Lord Voldemort.”, Vir said giving a tongue out to Dhara. “You are a beast.”, Dhara threw another toy of Nirav to Vir. But this time Vir caught it. “Yes I am a beast. I thought I will end up with my beauty not a little mouse like you. See my fate”, he fake cried.

Voldemort muttered and smiled before he also supersped into the woods . . . . . "You guys are late for dinner as always" A beautiful woman with a frown on her face said immediately she sighted the boys running towards her "Momma!!" Damien squealed like a child before hugging his mom making her chuckle in the process "You cheated" Voldemort said as he hit Damien on his chest while laughing "We are sorry Mom, Damien was just been so playful" Voldemort reported and pecked his mom on her cheeks "Hmmmmmm,yummy"

Velda smirked, pulling up a gallery of photos on her phone and shoving it in his face. "Look at those abs. Look at that smile. Tell me he's not worth every cent." Mortimer stared at the screen. His face went through three different shades of dark before settling on a lethal shade of grey. "The 'puppy'... is a man?" "Well, yeah. I'm not exactly into girls, Morty," she shrugged, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Then, she caught his expression. She froze, realized what he'd been thinking, and exploded into a fit of jagged, hysterical laughter.

"We Fey, hate that." "You shouldn't have told me that." I grinned. "Bad move, Harry Potter." "I don't understand that reference." He frowned. "The scar." I waved a hand at his face. "Did someone try to cast a killing curse on you but it didn't work because your mother loved you soooo much?" "That's rather—" Tiernan blinked and looked away. "Do not call me that again." "Fine." I gave a great sigh, "Legolas it is. It's more fun to say than Harry Potter anyway."