Harry Potter Meme Voldemort Novels & Stories

Nobody knows. It was a very hard time, we were at war. Me, Harry, Hermione, Ron and the whole Hogwarts. At war with the one who's name should not be taken. I will though because "Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." Voldemort with his wicked army , stood infront of us. We all were on the battlefield with our wands and brooms ; flying in the air , casting spells on each other. The sky was painted metallic and lighting bolted every ten seconds. We fought until we made the Dark Lord vulnerable and then I stepped forward and swished my wand. "Avada Kedavara!", I spelled out; and the light escaped my wand. It struck him and he collapsed. "Now you are a nobody knows!" (No body

Today, Harry had been humiliated spectacularly. Though he was Warner's student and a violin prodigy in his own right, his disagreeable personality and ruthless way of doing things had earned him many enemies. Now, he was reaping what he had sown, to the delight of countless onlookers who would gladly grind him into the dirt. Some wasted no time. They posted the video of Harry barking like a dog on their social media accounts, tagging him directly with just one line: [Time to retire.] Others, musicians who had long resented him yet could do nothing before, now delighted in tormenting him further. They called and messaged him, feigning ignorance while oozing schadenfreude, offering hollow cond

The first time in years that I'd ever smiled at him for calling me silly. I had always hated him calling me that because it sounded more like an insult to me than a tease. And he only reminded me of my mother's tease whenever he did and I hated it. Because I always blamed him for her unhappiness and death. But now I smiled at the things I hated the most about him. Was it because I thought he would die soon? Or have I really changed? Horror clenched my heart at the second thought. I didn't want to change. I wanted to remain Voldemort. The one everyone hated, but was that even worth it?

I blush. “Oooooooooh.” Harry says in his most childish teasing tone. “Did something HAPPEN?” He looks pointedly between Bellamy and I. Bellamy smirks and I roll my eyes. “Fine. Yes. But I’m only going to say this once, then you need to leave and I don’t want to hear a single word from you. Harass me in the group chat later or something okay?” I stare him down. Harry mimes zipping and locking his lips then throwing away the key. I take a deep breath.

my voice broke in half. Adamant, he continued, "Yes, you can. You know when the Sorting Hat placed Neville in Gryffindor?" I nodded weakly, slightly amused at how regular he seemed when dropping Harry Potter reference. "That same fat kid slayed a snake seven years later. You're the Neville, Rashid. You can slay your snake, and you will." "It's slew." I sniffed. "Huh?" "Slew a snake, not slayed." "You're fucking hopeless."

_ Bile rose in Harry's throat as a monstrous grimace formed on his face. _ We have to team up with a fucking leech?!" growled Till, baring his fangs. Harry's usual apparent calm had evaporated, and his hair seemed to bristle on his skin. "How is this possible? Are they messing with us, or what? I kill vampires and don't associate with them!" Harry protested loudly. The wolf with fur with the autumn color began to circle in Harry's mind slowly. His growls were a testament to the rage that now inhabited his human side.

No way. "Vlad, you are exhausting yourself again. Please stop it." I tried to shrug him so that at least I could distract him and he would stop chanting, but it was a total fail. The spell of overwriting other people's memories.. Why is he doing this with the orcs? Once he was done, the orcs were puzzled for a bit, but after a few seconds, they continued munching on the leopard.

Storm asked boredly. "Trash." They all said and I agreed. "That shit is so overrated bro." Tyler said and I nodded in agreement. "Gas or trash Harry Potter?" Tyler asked in distaste. "Gas." Cole and I said while everyone else said trash. "Bro Harry Potter?" Tyler asked Cole. "Harry Potter is elite. Liv changed my mind, honestly." He said and I smiled at him. "When?" Griff asked in confusion. "That shit's just as overrated as Wednesday." Griff said tiredly.

The group of men filter behind the grizzly bear in front of us. Gee-gee lets out an over exaggerated laugh. “Oh, I’M SORRY, I must be misunderstanding you. Did you just call your FUTURE QUEEN a mud-blood?” Before he can respond she continues. “What is this? Fucking Harry Potter?” The man sniffs his nose before spitting on the ground in front of me. “She’s no future Queen of mine.” The men behind him yell out their agreement. I take a step closer to the man and give him a sinister smile. “What is your name, sir?” I bat my eyes at him.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:12 AM Erik commented and continued to watch, as an eerie and raspy voice ordered Quirrel to 'use the boy'. Quirrell then ordered the boy to look at the mirror. Mr. Potter then stood in front of the mirror and Erik paused again. He quickly positioned himself behind the boy and 'unpaused' the memory. He watched as the boy's reflection took a red ruby-like stone from its pants' pocket, showed it to him, gave him a wink and put the stone back in the pocket. Mr. Potter then, as sneaky as an elephant in a china store could be, checked his pocket and noticed the bulge in it. But the stupid professor didn't seem to notice.