Harry Potter Unspeakable Novels & Stories

"Alright... The remains of a dead otter... It was still so tiny. I took a guess that it was still a newborn when it died. I did not understand the idea behind all this. But after you mentioned about spells and charms, I think I start to get the idea..." . "Yeah... But what kind of dark magic do they use in this modern world? Even using a dead animal as their tool. Sick. Sick to the head. Sick to the mind." . "That's not all, Harry... There were also yellow, rotten teeth inside there. Precisely three pieces. It was so disgusting, I literally almost puked upon discovering it all." .

Leath moved the phone away from her and called Piper. "Piper, what is he talking about?" Piper gave her a tablet and her eyes widened when she saw a website that some students made with the sole purpose of exclusive gossip, Weekly Goods, they called it. It was a picture of her and Professor Moreau by the pool, the photographer was skillful enough to bring out a different meaning to the picture when they were just merely talking. "Father, this is not what you think. That professor's up to something—" her father's cold tone cut her sentence off.

The cold seemed to come from everywhere. “Was it her?”Polly asked.”The woman in the portrait,the one I showed you?” “No,”Ginny said,obviously fighting back the hot tears stinging at her eyes.”It was someone else.Something else.Something dark and evil.After I was dressed,I sat in front of the mirror,to put my lipstick on and I saw her in it,she came out of the wall,filthy and haggard..she smiled..her teeth were rotten and she pointed her finger towards me…I was so frightened Polly,there were shadows all around her.She was evil.Whatever is in this house is evil…pure evil!”

James' voice was smooth, sickeningly sweet. Sarah’s pulse roared in her ears. "And Sarah?" the reporter asked. James smirked. "We were never meant to be. It was bound to end." Sarah’s hands curled into fists. Every single part of her body screamed. Chloe giggled in the video, tilting her head toward James. "Some people just don’t belong in our world." Sarah slammed the laptop shut. The office was dead silent, every eye still on her. Waiting for her reaction. Waiting for her to break.

Another said, and they chuckled irritatingly. Serena and I went up the stairs stealthily, and were surprised when we came to a kind of library, with lots of potions, on different shelves. “Lucas.” Serena called my name, moving to one immediately. I followed her, and saw a potion as clear as water. “As visible as air.” I read, and looked at Serena. It was an invisibility potion.“It wasn't a dream. I had really seen a scary creature over me. Thinking back on it, it was a hag. The old baggage used the potion, so we wouldn't see her.” She spat venomously, and we took the potion.

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

I know everyone is talking about what happened yesterday and I know, they will continue to talk about it until the next big thing happens. When I make my way to my locker, and when I put in the code and once its open, there is a loud pop and suddenly, I feel cold and wet, and I am covered in something cold and sticky. When I look down at myself, I am covered in. I don’t know what the hell this crap is, but it is horrible, it smells awful and its so sticky.

Sleep eluded me that night. Every time I closed my eyes, his face materialized: those storm-gray eyes, that cruel, beautiful mouth. The way he had looked at me, as if I were something he yearned to shatter, or devour. I struck the thin mattress beneath me. "Stop it," I hissed, my voice a ragged whisper. "He called you a half-blood like it was a disease. He's not your enemy. He's not anything."

He looked relaxed, as though nothing horrific had happened only moments ago. The sight of him instantly made Aurora remember the children screaming in the flames. “Hey, beautiful,” Matheus purred, his tone once again returning to that of a gentle lover. Aurora scoffed and let out a sharp breath. She hated that voice from the very core of her being. It disgusted her so much that her stomach twisted violently. “Thanks for giving me your blood, Aurora. Now all that remains is for you to drink the blood infused with the enchanted spell cast by that witch.” Matheus stated calmly, making Aurora swallow hard.

I affirmed and he chuckled. “Then fucking strip, Hana!” He let go, stepped back and crossed his arms over his buffy chest. And I fucking obeyed. In a blink of an eye, my dress was pooling at my feet. I didn’t wear a bra, so all I had on was my soaked panties. And if the devil wants to win— a random student or person could just waltz in and catch us in the act. “Fuck!” He groaned and my eyes darted to his crotch, it was straining. His girth was pulsing and I wanted nothing more than to sink to my knees and suck him.