Harry Potter Unspeakable Novels & Stories

“You did. But I’m not mad, if that’s what you’re afraid of.” “I wasn’t even aware,” she mumbled behind her hands. “I just remember feeling hot, heart racing, and then… blackout. I’m so embarrassed.” Harry leaned back, a faint smile playing on his lips now. “If it helps… you were adorable. Like a kitten high on catnip.” “Oh my God, don’t compare me to a kitten,” Arabella groaned, her cheeks flaming. “I don’t even know why I acted that crazy.” “Grandpa’s potion is unpredictable,” Harry said, grabbing his coffee. “And you just drank it like it was tea.”

It would fix me in an unblinking stare while its black lips curled into a sinister sneer. I would try to look away, but find I couldn’t move as a sense of dread washed over me. Then, as soon as it appeared it was gone, replaced by an image even more horrific, that of someone I loved dying a gruesome death while the creature’s high-pitched cackle sounded in my head. My father, my aunt, my mates, my friends. The victim changed every night but it always ended the same, with me waking up screaming with the all too real scent of blood still in my nostrils.

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

I came in, intending to read, and found him standing on a chair reaching for something on the highest shelf. I stopped in the doorway. His shirt had come untucked slightly on one side. The reaching had pulled it up just enough to reveal a strip of skin at his hip, and I was a reasonable adult woman who was not going to make anything of a strip of skin at someone's hip but my body apparently had not received this memo because it ceased to function normally for approximately four seconds. I recovered. "What are you looking for?" I said. He glanced down at me from the chair. "A book Lucas wants. Blue cover. I can see the spine, but I can't quite—"

“George! You animal!” Aunt Helena, Helena Throbb, was breathing hard, her finger stabbing toward his face as she cursed him without the slightest fear of his status. “Bella loved you so much. My brother treated you like his own son. And this is how you repay them? My brother was angered to death because of you! Bella nearly lost her life while pregnant, and that unborn child is gone… All of it is because of you! How could you call yourself a Don? You’re no human at all! Get out! Don’t you dare appear in front of Bella again!”

A node of sentiment in his perfect machine. While Mimi engaged Bryce, her voice steady, debating the philosophy of legacy, pulling his brilliant, broken mind into a logical duel, William moved. It wasn’t a calculated strategy, it was a desperate, instinctual lunge. He swept his arm across the glass desk, not at Bryce, but at the photo and its pad. The frame sailed through the air, smashing against the concrete floor. Glass exploded. The charging pad sparked and died. Bryce’s lecture cut off. A raw, animal sound tore from his throat. “CLARA!”

Harry asked, his voice low but sharp, demanding the truth. Alex swallowed hard, the lump in his throat making each word a struggle. He took a deep breath and recounted everything—the box, Logan’s transformation, the fire, the chaos, and Rafael’s terrifying fury. Every detail, every moment of uncontrolled power, he relayed with care, aware that Harry’s reaction would be crucial. Harry listened silently, his face darkening as each revelation sank in. His fists clenched briefly, a flash of fear and anger crossing his features, then subsiding under his usual calm authority.

Father asked, obviously ignoring their own side of the story as he cocked his brows at the oldest witch known as Bastiana Lopez. "It doesn't change the fact that she was almost killed. I leapt to save her life," A werewolf known as Harry chipped in, then slammed his fists on the table and wore a deep frown. "Oh! Loverboy to the rescue. The mighty power of a sugary healthy pussy," Suzy whispered in my ears and chuckled. "What does pussy have to do with what is going on?" I rolled my eyes and exhaled heavily. "So much, sugar plum, so much that you can't even imagine." She then licked her lollipop and shot a wink at a hot werewolf guy.

Hearing the familiar voice, Harry pursed his lips, attempting to hold back a sob. Charlotte tsked. "Oh boy, here we go again." Harry burst into tears while Charlotte burst into laughter, leaving Griffith speechless. "Li'l Harry, what's wrong?" Griffith said. Gasping for breath between sobs, Harry finally managed to say, "Bad lady, Uncle's wife..." "Slow down." "The bad lady kidnapped Harry!" Oh, he even knew the term 'kidnapping.' Leaning back, Charlotte watched Harry in amusement, curious about what he would say next.

For a long moment, everyone faces the spot where the wizard disappeared from. Confusion and surprise a familiar feeling reflecting on the majority of faces. The monster just look majorly pissed off. Natalie then turns to face the monsters, “Would any of the monsters like to add anything? Or ask about a certain rule?” Black steps forward and addresses everyone.