Harry Potter Scares Everyone Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She wrapped her fingers around the invisible medallion and took glances to her left. Harry had reached the viewpoint of his fear. The silhouettes were way clearer in his eyes now and covering his mind while he stood there, unmoved, just watching Nathaniel like he was his greatest fear. Anna wonders what Harry saw in Nathaniel that made him tremble like a scared little child. Harry was her distraction while she stole a glance she waited for him to throw his temper into the air like a crazy, frightened individual. Then he did. Falling on the ground, convulsing, thrashing all around, and punching himself. 'That was pretty impressive,' she thought.

' she thought to herself as she tried harder to free herself from the gains. Her breathing was intensifying, her heart pounding so fast and loud she could feel it in her ear. She was scared out of her mind and couldn't think straight and finally the door opened with a bang. Three shadows stood in front of her as she held her breathe and tried not to make any movements, at this point,she wished for the invisible cost from Harry Potter. The light was turned on and there stood the most scary men she had ever seen in her twenty three years.

However, the young girl then replied to him in a firm and unmistakably natural tone as she stated, ‘There’s nothing to be afraid of. But Nene, if you knew where my scars came from, you would probably think of me as the chief of all evil, just like everyone else. Harry closed his eyes. Those bloody fights seemed like a dream in retrospect. They had been long gone for many years, but what never disappeared was the invisible black mire behind him. The gravitational force inside was pulling him in little by little. One day, he would be pulled and dragged, and then trapped until his demise… Harry turned sideways.

He felt fast action was vital,so he tried to twist the cyclist's head back to it's proper position,BREAKING THE BIKER'S NECK! 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. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

She had no idea how much she’d gotten under my skin in such a short time. The way she looked at me, like she was scared, but trying hard not to show it. Most people either cried, begged, or avoided me completely. But not her. She didn’t cry. She didn’t plead. She didn’t run. Was it because she was too scared to? Or maybe… maybe she had more guts than I thought. Damn it. This whole thing was starting to get too interesting. I heard footsteps. I opened my eyes just as Harry strolled up, pulling his earphones out like he hadn’t kept me waiting for fifteen minutes. He grinned, totally unbothered.

Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore. Morgan raised his hand to wipe away her tears; he just couldn't keep seeing her crying so hysterically and heartbroken. But when she saw his action, she flinched and backed away from him with her eyes filled with fear. His pupils shrank violently as he stared at her. ‘She was afraid of him. Did she think he would hurt her?’ He thought.

Her target wouldn't staining be going anywhere for a while. The piercing sound of shattering glass and the blaring siren from the car sent shockwaves through the students gathered outside. Fear and excitement mingled in the air as they scrambled to catch a glimpse of the chaos that unfolded before them. "The Ghost of Ashgrove High strikes again!" one student exclaimed, charging towards the scene with a camera in hand to capture every moment of the chaos it. A signal was given to the group of boys huddled in the far end corner, panic etched onto their faces as they exchanged worried glances. They bolted towards the car, shoving anyone in their path.

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Dad asked, struggling to keep the wolf from showing in his eyes. “Yes, we need to find out and kill that fucking person. Or did you do something to someone?” Harry growled, making Stella flinch in her seat. She appeared pale and terrified. The girl was barely hanging on a thread and everyone hovered over her. I’m not sure why Harry dislikes Stella, but this is not the way to talk to someone. ‘Harry, one more word, and I will smack your head,’ I warned him in our mind link, making him gulp while Xander smirked.

The dragon yawned like it was bored, then slithered back into the pitch-black room like it was clocking out for the night. It happened so fast, nobody even blinked. Aside from the two mages who'd seen it before, everyone's fear rating shot up past 50. One old guy hit 100 just stepping onto the tenth floor. Dropped dead from sheer terror. The rest of the deaths were all over the place. But none of it touched me. To me, this place felt like paradise. I'd always been the outcast—thanks to my busted perception. Wolves avoided me, called me a freak, even chucked rocks.