Harry Potter Scream Novels & Stories

He felt cold sweat dripping on his temple. “Who the hell invites them, anyway?” Alastor asked out loud before he shuddered, feeling wiggly in his own skin at the leer he was definitely receiving, “Creepy bitches.” “I'm creepy?” Harry asked, feigning hurt. “Not you, moron,”

I’ve never been so goddamn useless. "Make it stop, Mommy!" Harry screams, his voice breaking into a sob that tears my heart in half. "Please make it stop! It hurts!" The claws dig into my skin through my pajama pants as his body convulses again, and this time I see something that makes my stomach drop to the floor. I see movement under his unbuttoned shirt, his bones actually shifting and reshaping beneath his skin, rolling like serpents near his ribs and chest. The only thing I can do? I can only hold Harry. I can only…

He wondered if Harry had some kind of supernatural ability or if there was another explanation for the strange occurrence. Harry sighed in frustration and tried to suppress the pain. He covered one eye with his hand and then opened it again. Instantly, one of Harry's eyes glowed with a fiery yellow hue. He groaned and struck the restroom mirror, causing it to crack. Arlo was startled by the noise and made a sound, alerting Harry to the fact that he was not alone in the restroom. Harry turned and moved closer to Arlo, intending to investigate the source of the noise. However, Arlo reacted much quicker and without making a sound. He swiftly moved to another location just as Harry checked where

Rachel is in panic How can she help Harry.She is afraid to get near him he might become violent. it's easy to deal Harry the sober one, than the one who's shivering in need of a fix. She think that this maybe her chance to escape. she carefuly look for something she might need. she remembered the bump he had on his pocket . she carefully put her hand inside his pocket and felt a bunch of keys she pull it out, but just as she was able to take it Harry grabbed her hand. "Ahhhh!" She scream in shocked.

There are damn eagles flying around in the hall hurting people and she is out here blocking the exist and talking crap. I finally got to the front and grabbed the front of her sparkly green crop top. "You got some bloody nerve, Hermione. Get your damn hands off me." She screamed at my face. I effortlessly threw her over me and she crashd on the heads of some of the students. I heard yelps and gasps. Then silence of disbelief plagued us for a few second before we heard a shrill cry coming from the hall plus Briana kept saying things that did not matter in this crisis. And like flies we all poured out through the back doors, screaming and crying out to the cold air that hit us once we got out.

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

Callista. “What is that?!” I scream, tensing as another roar follows the first. It sounds like the wail of a wounded animal, a strange trumpet quality mixed with the growl of a predator, echoing through us. It's as if an elephant and a lion were sounding at once. From above, we can hear the witches screaming. That cannot be a good thing. During my time being here, I’ve never seen the witches panic like this. "Oh, no!" The Headmistress exclaims, and the next thing I know, she’s rushing to the hospital.

And Doctor Smit closed his eyes. Suddenly there was a scream. "Akhhhh!!!"

The room grew colder, a chill that seeped into my bones. I continued chanting, faster now, the ancient words flowing from my lips like a river. The symbols on the page seemed to glow, pulsing with light. The air crackled with energy, a tangible force that pressed against my skin. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness washed over me. My vision blurred, and the room spun. I stumbled, grabbing the edge of the desk for support. I had to keep going. Then, it happened. As the final word of the spell left my lips, a deafening scream ripped through the town. It wasn't just one scream, but a chorus of them, a cacophony of pain and terror that echoed through the pack house and beyond.

I stare at the pan, what he’s cooking is staring right back at me, then the door, then back at the pan. I grab the spatula with a shaky hand. The soup bubbles lazily though it doesn’t realize we’re in a horror movie now. I stir because I don’t know what else to do. My hands feel rubbery. My throat’s dry. My brain is screaming at me to run, but my body’s too stunned to move. Then I hear it. A scream. I freeze. Lucien. It’s fucking Lucien. That’s his voice. That sick little nasal pitch when he screams. The way it breaks like glass under pressure.