Harry Potter Meme Voldemort Novels & Stories

She looked at Alexander as if he had grown two heads. “Fuck. The magic ended,” Alexander mumbled to himself. He had to alter Becca’s memory now since she heard about the vampire potion. Alexander realized that she had no idea about the potion and his theory was wrong. He had put her life in danger too as she knew about the existence of the phrase ‘vampire potion’.

A misunderstanding could happen and that was the last thing I had ever wanted. "Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

Dang it, Charles; you couldn’t have taught me the whole spell! “Listen, if I don't get you to Charles in a few hours your face is going to stay like that, and as much as I hate that ugly face of yours, this is creepier than Voldemort. “He rolls his eyes, which have no eyelids by the way before standing up.

he said, “and raise them by yourself?” I leveled a sharp look at him. “Who gave you permission to say that name in my kitchen?” Theo lifted his hands in mock surrender. “Sorry, sorry. Let’s just call him… Italian Voldemort.” Max’s eyes went wide. “Who is Vol–Vol–Volde…?” “An ugly monster who likes to mess up people’s lives,” Issa answered quickly, very pleased with herself. “Like Max.” “Hey!” Max protested, offended. “I’m not ugly. I’m cute. Mama says I’m cute.”

"I took a sample and sent it to Dan to test, will have the results tonight or tomorrow morning." That said, from the details just now, both of them could deduce that the potion was of the same type as the one possessed by Demon.S. "By the way, I took a picture." Harry pulled out his phone and pushed it toward Lars. “Here is it” Lars' pupils moved slightly. Seeing Lars' frown, Harry tilted his head and asked "Do you know him?" "It's the runaway vampire I saw the other day," Lars immediately replied. That vampire was the one who reminded Lars to be careful and now…

Thankfully, carpet muffled the sound. And yes, I met Bruce almighty too. I strongly doubt they have anything between them. Bruce actually worships the ground Viktor Anderson walks on. He, too, is from the army, and they were friends there. Their relationship is like of god and his devotee. Like if Viktor Anderson is Voldemort, then Bruce is Bellatrix. You know what I am saying… "Please Leave Ms Davis." I heard Mr. Snobbish say. Huh. Finally! I took my stuff, placed them on my desk and went out for lunch.

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.

Harry yelled. “ Don't be foolish you ninnyhammer! You think you can win over me or par with me? Hell no ,Harry! You know how low your IQ is right? I am smarter than you” Maya mocked. .Harry’s thatrum grew and he slammed the wine glass on the floor. Maya galred at Harry's eye realizing it was blood- red. If there was one thing Harry is hated the most, it would be for him being constantly remained low is IQ is.

Violet “Is that you-know-who?” I lowered my voice to a whisper even though he most likely could hear our every word, down to the ragged breaths I let out. “Voldemort?” Olive replied instantly, but this time her sense of humor wasn’t a comfort, not when Hael had gone out of his way to threaten me against coming here. “No, much worse.” “Does he look angry?” I couldn’t help but ask, scolding both Lacey and me for the shiver of glee that tickled my spine from the thought.

Too many vitamins, I guess, and shock therapy affected their memories. I sometimes played card games with Harry. I tried to avoid Mav as much as possible when he was by himself, for two reasons he was touchy and he became furious when he didn't get what he wanted. Like being able to touch my ass. Fucking perve is what I called him behind his back.