Harry Potter Scared Novels & Stories

A shrill, terrifying scream split through everyone's eardrums. "Who dares touch my darling Alison?!"

She gripped Harry’s hand tightly, her fingers trembling as she tried to comfort him. Harry didn’t even flinch, his eyes fixed on some invisible point beyond the room, as if he hadn’t heard a word. The tension in the room felt like it could crack the walls. I shifted uncomfortably, feeling like I didn’t belong here. “Mom… please tell me Sasha isn’t getting married,” Harry choked out, his voice trembling. Tears clung to his lashes, and for a moment, he looked like a frightened child seeking comfort. His hands clutched at his mother’s arm, desperate for reassurance.

“Gosh, that fuckin’ scared me!” Henry yelps, duckin’ so low I think he might hit the floor. My heart’s still racing from the shock. I was dead sure it was that creepy hooded figure from earlier. My mind had already gone full horror-film mode. Thought I’d clocked eyes with a ghost, or somethin' worse. Now here’s Henry, poppin' outta nowhere like some scarecrow. “I nearly pissed myself, you idiot!” I snap, hand on my chest as I collapse into the chair.

My sharp gaze swept over every one of them. Adam's face drained of color, and panic flashed in his eyes. Zoe's smile froze, and the phone in her hand slipped, hitting the floor with a loud clang. Anna instinctively staggered backward. The other coworkers lowered their heads, too guilty to meet my eyes. "What does she mean? Was this accident a setup?" "That's terrifying. Is this some kind of horror workplace story?" The murmurs around us grew louder. The police sensed something was wrong and turned to me with grave expressions. "Miss, what do you mean by that? Please explain yourself clearly."

He raised his eyebrows as if the answer was obvious, "We're going to play cards, unless you have other things to do?" Oh, so he wasn't going to question me? Gosh, this guy was full of surprises. A huge sense of relief washed over me and I realised just how much I had feared to explain my situation. The fact that I couldn't even face that day shocked and scared me at the same time. It seemed that I wasn't strong enough to accept it let alone overcome it. I shrugged, "No, that's why I tried to pick that up," and pointed at Harry Potter.

Harlow thought it was her imagination, but when she blinked several times and he remained there, she couldn't help but scream. Hastily, she covered her mouth not to attract any unwanted attention. Harlow's mind became so hazy as she knew this wasn't real; it was all her mind doing to scare her. However, it never meant she wasn't scared of the unknown being in front of her. Her breathing had fastened, and she felt like she was going to faint from the pure shock that she just witnessed.

I've spent hours studying to nail the geometry test today, I deserved to have fun tonight. ⚯͛ ϟ △⃒⃘ Once we got to the party, I immediately went to the corner and pulled out the Harry Potter book that I had hidden inside my bag. What was more fun than rereading Harry Potter? I was in the middle of the part where Snape went to the Shrieking Shack when I felt someone was looking over my shoulder, reading the lines on the book with me. Shutting the book close, I finally turned, ready to shout 'go away!' like what Moaning Myrtle had said to Tom Riddle, but I lost my footing and stumbled right into a solid wall of muscles.

As Jessie took the fruit tea from him, she asked, "What's with you? They weren't this scared of you last time." "They're not scared of me. They're scared of Harry! That guy's done too many bad things. Even the cats can sense it!" Ronny protested.

I replied, giving Nelsom a side eye. He folded his arms across his chest, a small smile at the corner of his mouth. "Or he's probably scared" I rotated my face to him "Scared?" I shook my head "That doesn't even makes sense" Harry Michaelson is not scared of anyone or anything, a lap dance from me does not even mean anything to him, I'm sure of that. "Harry is not scared, Nels" I murmured, suddenly aware of my heart beating so loud and hard in my chest. It signifies my fear. I was the one scared but I'm not about to tell that to anyone.

B expression as though he said something he shouldn't have crossed his face briefly but faded almost immediately, "what's the title? I bet I can sit through the whole movie without a jumpscare." "It's The conjuring, and you are definitely going to get scared, the internet says it's scary." Her lips were thinned into a straight line and her brows furrowed from the determination that they were going to get really scared." "Maybe you're right. Let's make a deal, whoever gets jumpscares first has to wear a pig onesie." "A pig? Seriously?" Why was she laughing hard at a random thing he said? "Yes, bring it on!" Steamy breath exhaled through the mouth and a fake act of lifting weights, Harry empha