Harry Potter Scared Novels & Stories

Harvey asks, sitting on the side of the bed next to my outstretched legs. I look up from my phone. "Honestly...I don't know how to feel. I-I'm scared. I'm scared of what I saw, what happened to Harper, what that vampire bitch is capable of. God," I run a hand through my hair, finding quite a few knots, "it was too much...I..."

"W-why would I freak out?" Brooklyn asked cautiously. "Because you're you and you witter on about pointless nonsense when you're nervous or scared," Harry shrugged. "I do not!" She protested. "You do." "Harry, why would I be scared?" Brooklyn asked. "You're being weird." "Because what I'm about to tell you isn't exactly normal," Harry said and he grabbed Brooklyn's hands. The sparks soothed the uneasiness she was starting to feel. "I need you to trust me."

I thought to talk to Harry many times but I didn’t because I was afraid he would break my heart again and I couldn’t handle that. That day was not only embarrassing to me but was painful because Granny went unconscious all of a sudden. Everyone was tensed and more than any of us Harry was scared. He was losing his control seeing granny on the hospital bed. I saw his reddened face, trembling hands as well as watery eyes.

Here is the mysterious Harry, the one who pulled off her abduction - this, apparently, is a dangerous creature . “You will understand, miss… you will understand everything. Harry wants to play... This "Harry wanna play" gave Keith icy goosebumps. Harry's games... they wouldn't be enjoyable, at least not for her. - So I'll go ... if nothing is needed ... You rest, miss, do not be afraid. Harry has left for the time being,” turning on the threshold and throwing a quick glance at the girl, he repeated in a changed voice: “Don't be afraid, I won't let him offend you. Good night Miss Kitty...

But all I saw was stillness. And then, finally, he spoke. “I’m scared,” he said softly. “I'm so scared of Dad. I think he’ll blame me too, all because of that stupid video…he might think I was in on it.” I blinked at him through my tears. “Harry…honey...” “But if you’re gone…” He crouched down just slightly. “Maybe he’ll forgive me.” The words hit harder than the brick had. They sank into my skin like poison, curdling my blood with disbelief.

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

My heart leapt and plummeted all at once. I wanted her to explain the photo, to tell me it was a mistake — that she loved me and only me. But by the time I dragged myself out of the shower, cold water shocking my nerves into awareness, she was gone. Vanished. Like some impossible mirage that my heart still aches for. Kettle whistling loudly on the stove. The fear hit me then, sharper than anything I’ve ever known. Picture Harry Potter staring down a Boggart-turned-Dementor — multiply that terror by a hundred-thousand, add another billion for good measure — and sprinkle in a dash of sheer panic.

Even Headmistress Morwen stood still,her eyes narrowed at him. “You think you can expel her?” Harry said slowly. “Touch her, and you will regret it. You have no idea who you’re threatening.” His words felt like a blade slicing the silence. Whispers from the students were all over the hall. Fear mixed with awe. “Harry,” Headmistress Morwen hissed, her voice filled with anger. “You dare threaten me in my own academy?” He smiled, calm and unshaken. “I don’t threaten. I promise.”

And Rahim was standing a few feet away from Harry. The overall atmosphere in the hall was chilling, full of anxiety and horror. Then she locked eyes with her father and the intensity terrified her to the core. She gulped. I'm fucked!

I just asked calmly, “Those people downstairs begged you the same way, right? You let them go?” The rusty cleaver seemed to have a mind of its own as it sliced toward them. A dull blade cutting through flesh, stroke after stroke, would have killed them. But before the metal even touched them, their Fear Values spiked to 100. They exploded from within, their bodies disintegrating with no blood left behind. I tucked that murderous cleaver into my arms and soothed it like a pet. “Okay, okay. I’m fine. I’m not hurt.”