Harry Potter Scared Novels & Stories

As another guard lunged toward me, I raised my hand on instinct. A blast of heat surged outward, hurling him back before he even touched me. The crowd gasped. I didn’t. I stared at my hands, then at Harry—who now looked at me with something that hadn’t been there before. Not just hate. But fear. “You think you’ve won?” Harry bellowed from the podium, now flanked by his personal guards. “You’re both abominations! Curses on this earth!” His voice trembled—not with passion but with the realization that the things he feared most were no longer in chains. Ryu’s growl echoed beside me as he returned, bloodied but undefeated. “No, Harry,” I said, my voice rising above the madness.

Well, we must combat this, I said finally. Harriet gazed up at me in alarm. "Yeah, sure," she said. Her voice was little, but solid, as it was too solid to belong to a child. I ceased to pace and turned to her. "Harriet—" No, no, no, she said, wrapping herself up. "He scares me. I felt him before. His pain feels like claws. And when he gets mad, it burns." My chest tightened. I crouched in front of her. I would never expose you to danger. Never."

We were all just standing there, thirty strangers in some dramatic-looking grand hall. Then came the crying. "Waaah... this place is so scary. I wanna go home." Scary? Could've fooled me. Thanks to my perception disorder, my brain airbrushes reality. The grosser something is, the prettier it looks. So to me? This place felt like a cozy Airbnb. Meanwhile, some cranky knight-looking dude threw punches at the shadows. "Quit hiding and fight me, coward!" While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident.

It was definitely the silence before the storm. Emily, Louis and John slowly turned to Sia with their eyes wide open and then slowly turned to Harry, who had just opened his eyes to find them staring at him. “ HARRY! ” Screaming in union, they all glared up at him in disbelief. Flinching, Sia closed her eyes and placed her hands on her ears. Well! It was going fine....

Walter Hallas, a 26-year-old store clerk in Leeds, England, was so afraid of dentists that in 1979 he asked a friend to try to cure his toothache by knocking out the offending molar with a punch to the jaw. The punch caused him to fall down, hitting his hard, and he died of a fractured skull. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

I couldn’t ignore the feeling that today was going to be eventful, and I needed to be ready. I gently ran my fingers through Harry’s messy hair, my fingers gliding down to push aside the strands that covered his bright, curious eyes. “Mummy, look!” he exclaimed all of a sudden. He took his hands out of his pockets and opened them wide. My heart sank when I caught sight of the blood on his small palms, where his sharp fingernails had pierced his tender skin. It made my stomach twist. “Mummy, I’m scared. What if the new school... what if the kids there become mean to me because of this like they were in the other city?”

A blend of something good and bad at the same time. Only… “Vera…about what I told you some time ago?” His voice breaks my thoughts and I look up, my mind swirling in thought. The instant I remember it, I nod. “Yes. What happened?” “You have to be careful Vera. I still see him around…” “Who is that?” I gasp, feeling the surge of something similar to fear. Honestly, Harry’s words are scaring me shitless. It makes me remember the boogeyman I saw some time ago.

She had no choice but to surrender to him. Harry's face was now as white as a sheet. A clear, yellowish liquid suddenly leaked from his pants. He'd gotten such a fright that he actually peed himself. "Damian! Damian, don't kill me! Have mercy! I won't dare to cross you ever again next time!" Harry was also scared silly this time. Damian was even worse than a monster! Anyone who had the misfortune of offending him was the most unfortunate person in the world! Damian felt the malevolent seed in his body calming down. He heaved a sigh of relief.

She pleaded and hastily reached the exit almost slipping on her legs when the vampire stopped her. "Clean your face. Anxiety is written all over it. Nobody should know what happened to you. Else..." He left his words hanging churning her insides with terror. Amara didn't want him to continue. She quickly made a 'u' turn to the washroom and washed her face hurriedly with soap and water. Amara was heaving almost going out of breath. Just as she was about to enter the exit, the beast stopped her again. "Remember one wrong step or a doubtful question by your relatives perceiving your anxious features, the owner of the voice will be killed right in front of your eyes." The beast intimidated peri

"Just breathe with Mommy. We're going to get you to someone who can help. I promise." “Natalie…” Freda whispers from the door, a hand covering her mouth from how terrified she is. Harry's grip is too strong, his claws too deep and every time I try to move my trapped arm, they dig deeper into my flesh, and I realize with growing horror that I'm completely helpless. "Mommy!" Harry's eyes are wide open now, filled with tears and a terror that no four-year-old should ever experience. "He wants to come out! There's something inside me, and he wants to come out!"