Harry Potter Nine Novels & Stories

Suddenly, someone knocked on the front door. I paused and hurried to open it. "Hello, this is a gift from Mr. Frederick Morrison. Please sign for it." The delivery person held a jewelry box, looking professional and courteous. At the same time, Frederick's message popped up. "Sorry, I have to stay at the office tonight. Use the reconciliation voucher if you want. I'll bring you your favorite cake when I get home." I was about to reply when I accidentally knocked over the bookshelf. The wedding photo that had been displayed there for five years crashed to the floor with a loud bang, scattering glass shards everywhere.

Damien yelled and threw the pills with him at the wall, he held his hair trying his best to stay calm as he tried the method he was thought fifteen years ago. ****** FIFTEEN YEARS AGO “Alright Damien, I want you to take in a deep breath, count one to ten backwards before breathing out again.” The lady dressed in a suit said as she watched him tremble with his head downwards. “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six... “ He trailed off as he stared at his hands. “I am not crazy, I... I am not crazy, I saw them, I held her with my own hands, you all think a ten year old is crazy but I am not! I saw them!” He screamed and threw things at the lady in front of him.

"She was just too obsessed with Harry Potter. Wouldn't shut up about it." I gaped at him. "I love Harry Potter." Wes stared at me with wide eyes, amusement flickering through them. "As one does but there's eight movies. For God's sake, imagine sitting through a full summary of each movie." I narrowed my eyes. "I would totally give you eight-movies worth of summaries. Personally, the fifth and sixth movies are my favourite but the Goblet of Fire has a special place in my heart. Robert Pattinson and all."

Sunshine screams as the mixture flying through the air strikes her down. I step inside the protection ring. I reach out to make an opening and pull her onto our side to protect her, but before I can pull Sunshine into my magic protection, one of the minions grabs Sunshine. He hits Sunshine one time with the salty-smelling potion, and it penetrates her body.

She let out a little gasp before she could stop herself. The man standing before her was the most handsome man she had ever seen. Despite her attempt to regain her composure, she was thunderstruck. His hair was raven black and fell across his face with perfection. His eyes which bore the same clarity as the deep sea were entrancing. It was like his eyes could bewitch anyone who fell under his seeking gaze. He had a hawkish nose which highlighted his dishy looks. His cheekbones held by firm jaws looked like they were chiseled by the finest master.

Slowly from the ground, three figures rose again, three of the four miners who had fallen were rising once more, not as a Zombie or other kind of undead, but again as living beings. That was the power of a level nine spell, capable of healing even the deepest wounds and healing those on the brink of death.

He pranked me on the first day he came back to this school! "Henry's the ice prince of our school, he's so cold, he even rejected the school's prettiest girls. He's handsome, smart and absolutely perfect in every aspect but we rarely see him smile, rumours also said that he's the only one who can beat up Kou." My seat mate continued "He's so perfect~" They stated, "But he won't even talk to girls..." I stuttered, " Are they really that dangerous?..." "They are. They can break your heart in an instant."

Even though our new loft apartment was practically empty, save for a few cardboard boxes and a blow-up mattress we had dragged in, the energy inside it was pure, unadulterated chaos. We were using the massive, gold-framed bathroom mirror to do our makeup, our voices bouncing off the bare hardwood floors as our favorite playlist blasted from Chris's portable speaker. ​"If we are doing this, we are doing it right," Chris declared, aggressively blending his eyeshadow. "I am nineteen tomorrow. I am practically an elder. I must look the part."

The old woman's words hung in the air long after she said them. "The Bride of the Ninth Life has returned." Nobody moved. Not Kai, Not Draven, Not even the servant. The whole courtyard had turned to stone around me, and I stood in the middle of it, shaking, with no idea why a stranger kneeling on cold marble made me feel like the ground had opened under my feet. Ninth life?? What did that even mean? I looked at Kai. His jaw was tight enough to crack. I looked at Draven. For the first time since I'd met him, he wasn't smiling.

I waited for eight years. What I got was his ninety-ninth canceled wedding, watching him hold another woman in his arms while feeding her drinks, and him forcing my hands onto broken glass just to make another woman happy. That was when I woke up from the dream. When I opened my eyes, dawn was already breaking outside. Pale light spread across the ocean’s surface. The pillow beneath my face was damp, though I didn’t know when I had started crying. The things happening back in Corholt reached me through the Anderson family’s intelligence network.