Harry Potter Slime Novels & Stories

Those eyes that I thought were black and soulless, now are gaping holes dripping with slimy clear liquid. The only thing that is the same, is the hissing. That single sound, makes the hair stand up on the back of my neck as I am unable to move and all I can do is watch her transformation before she comes closer. Starting to move, she sort of slithers across the forest floor as I stare helplessly at the slime oozing from her eye sockets. Then I notice the rain as it falls down in sheets. It's funny, I don't remember a storm before now.

Nancy had them open their books; on the page to the left was the picture of the different colored slimes, with information written on the bottom. "Another thing to know about slimes is that they can regenerate their body back to normal shape as long as one of their cells remain, so slimes cannot truly die unless you break their core. By collecting their core, one can use them to gain an endless supply of the slime liquid to use in potions. Slimes are very protective of its core, which functions as its heart, and would do its utmost to protect it," explained Ms. Nancy.

I explained, “Witches do it, so they kill their prey slowly and painfully. Now I don’t care anymore if you live or die. But if you don’t want to suffer more, you better open those plump lips and start answering what I ask you. Are we clear?” The slither poison was a deadly venomous poison made by witches who use dark magic. The poison would burn you from the inside out. Eating every muscle, killing your monster side first, and once you are a human, it will burn and kill you, making you drown in your blood. Every organ melts inside you, and you can feel it as it moves inside like a snake. “Now,” I said, retaking a seat, “The first question, Why does Nikolas think I’m royal?”