Harry Potter Script Deathly Hallows: Part 2 Novels & Stories

We were meant to last…until death do us part. Thank you for reading TILL DEATH DO US PART, Aléjandro and Mia’s story. If you haven’t read NOW AND FOREVER, Dario and Catalina’s story, you can read it today or continue the series with BOUND BY A PROMISE, Dante and Camila’s story

I shrieked as two smaller versions of the armchair started to chase me. I didn’t know what to do, so I did the only thing I could think of. I kept hacking at the chairs. Every hack caused them to multiple. Fucking hell. When everything started doubling, I felt like I was in Bellatrix Lestrange’s vault in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. This is how I’m going to die. I’m going to drown in my mind in a room of small armchairs trying to kill me.

She had her usual burgundy lipstick and long false lashes on giving her the usual powerful look. “To those that attended my funeral, especially my greatest enemies ofcourse I would be dead by the time this aired, thank you for attending my funeral.” She started and smirked. Edward scoffed and Mr Potter adjusted uncomfortably on his seat. “I couldn’t be more excited that you showed up. To my loved ones, I hope you miss my face at least.” Her minions murmured at that. Graham, whose eyes were glued to the screen just like everyone else still remained stoic. “Don’t let whatever the priest says deceive you, I am definitely ending up in hell and most of you will be joining me soon.”

He honestly looked close to passing out. “STOP!” Aiden growled as he wrapped an arm around me, pushing me slightly behind him, sensing my fear. Zacchary stood still at Aiden’s command but his fear was still evident. “What does the spell mean?” the blonde elder finally asked when no one spoke. “It-it is” Zacchary could hardly speak, “it is a Death Spell.” “D-Death spell?!” I spluttered out, practically clinging onto Aiden. My eyes shot around the room, taking into account everyone’s expressions, before fixing back on the witch Zacchary, who was sweating so much. I wondered whether he would turn into a puddle in the middle of the room.

Lindsay “Mummy, are we going to the park now?” Jack whined as we reached the pawnshop. “We will,” I told him, as well as Jordan and Jake, who have both been silent since I cautioned them against fighting with each other. “Hello,” I greeted the lady at the pawnshop.

Such a fool. She screams at him, begging. She knew what he was about to do and I did too; I had just come to terms with my form of death. And he did it- He pushed me down the stairs and, "Yaraaaaa!!!!" Was the last thing I heard before becoming unconscious.

Finally, he stretched the parchment before him and read aloud: "Alden, Briar, and Colton of the Kellys clan. You are guilty of the destruction of the Black Rose Coven, and the evidence presented makes you guilty of torture and feeding without seeking recourse to your blood banks. The Council, with the support of your clan leader, the former representative of the Southern Vampires, Master Kellys, as a result of this, orders your death. You have just been informed of your sentence." Harry immediately released the scroll. However, the object hung in the air and began spinning around. Then the letters, written in red ink, broke off and took the form of three arrows. Whispers of women seemed to r

Draco's shoulders slumped, his gaze filled with remorse. "Veronica, I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice tinged with sorrow. "I have tried everything, but it seems the spell cannot revive your child. The forces at play are beyond our control." Grief washed over me in waves, consuming my very being. The weight of the loss settled upon my chest, an indescribable ache that threatened to drown me. Draco's words hung heavy in the air, his voice laden with guilt and remorse. His arms enveloped me in a gentle embrace as he carried me to the bed, his footsteps a solemn echo in the chamber.

Some witches who were casting the spell, fell to the floor, and it was obvious that the spell had sucked more than enough power from those witches. I didn't feel pity for them, because they are casting a spell to end me forever, and the only person who could open the coffin if it's closed is none other than my mate….. who's now dead. "dùsgadh bhith a’ tha thu a’ dol aagus gun gu bràthb chadal". "dùsgadh bhith a’ tha thu a’ dol aagus gun gu bràthb chadal". They kept on chanting the spell until the door of the coffin suddenly closed while making a loud noise.

Sybil warned, her tone chillingly calm as she wielded her power over them all. Hazel turned to Zain desperately, hoping to break through the spell that held him captive. "Zain, did you hear her? That's your mate, and she's about to die," Hazel pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion. "I've lost my mate; he's in a coma. Are you willing to let her die, too?" Hazel's anguish was palpable, and her plea was a desperate attempt to awaken Zain to the impending tragedy. Sybil ignored Hazel's pleas and began to chant her dark incantations; a sense of dread settled over the gathering. The wind howled in response, and flames danced around Sybil as she summoned her sinister forces.