Harry Potter Unspeakables Novels & Stories

I sank lower into my chair, cheeks burning, clutching my notebook like a shield. I was always late these days. Always distracted. Always trying not to stare at Theo, the quiet boy who sat three rows ahead of me — the one who sometimes smiled at me in passing and made my stomach do little flips. But lately, even Theo couldn’t hold my attention when Professor Black was speaking. “Desire,” Professor Black said, continuing his lecture on nineteenth-century literature, “often exists in the space between what we want and what we’re allowed to have.” His voice was smooth and measured, but there was an edge to it tonight that made my skin prickle.

I am truly taken aback by this girl,what can I possibly do to help her? The servants tell me that she leaves the Manor in the dead cold of night and walks around the grounds while speaking to herself.The snow which has fallen does not even deter her.What frightens me the most though is that the servants tell me she rambles on about magic and the dark arts in her sleep,calling out the names of creatures not of this world.I no longer think I have the strength to deal with her. January 01, 1811

I was just surprised when I suddenly floated. "If you think lowly of them, this is exactly what you will get." Said a familiar voice! Damn! Just his voice makes my heart hurts! My tears fall so fast! I was amazed. "I'm ...sorry." That was the first thing that came out of my mouth. Suddenly all went black. .............. 😱

"The rules are simple. You will be choosing between truth and dare and in case you can't do the dare or tell us that little embarrassing secret of yours, you will have to drink this magical potion which I made personally." Suddenly, the groans erupted from that news. I looked around in confusion to find the reason. "That's horrible. I would rather make out in front of everyone than drink it." "Is it that terrible?" I asked Abby. "Yes, I heard he added a bunch of garlic cloves, hot sauce, vinegar, rum-" and the list of these horrible harmonised ingredients continued. I was even about to puke after I just listened to it. However, a bottle was placed in the middle and when a spin was given to i

I replied. "Come on, let's hear it" said Finral, one of my mates. He was Chinese and very tall. Most of the other guys grumbled in agreement as well. "First of all, I would like to apologise for failing you guys at the... realm. I don't know what happened" I started. "George the second. His sword contains a numbing gel. The moment he cuts you with it. It will slowly make you loose all cognitive function. I knew you were done for the moment he cut you" said Matilda, she was a cute girl with glasses.

H U N T E R J O N E S I was reading the second Harry Potter book while leaning against the wall in the alley with Ty on my side. I knew Mey had asked me to read the Goblet of Fire to figure out the three unforgivable curses, but after picking the book randomly, I felt that I owed it to the author to read it from the first book. So I had picked up Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone from the library yesterday, finished the book in seven hours, and had it returned this morning. When I had returned the first one, I immediately borrowed the second one: Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets which was the book I was reading right now.

Petrified that he might actually get his hands on Sky, I use all my strength to get out of his grasp. James is startled by the fact that I have just effortlessly manhandled him. I'm a little shocked too but I don't dare show him that. He stumbles onto the ground and the shock in his eyes us somehow visible even though it's dark. I'm pretty sure I'm not my usual self right now so I don't question how I'm able to see this clearly in the dark. James's confusion grows when he sees his prescious Aurora stalking over him, I guess the demon version of Aurora never stood up to him, well guess what, I'm not Aurora and it's time dear James understood that.

However, If I told her that the guy has a strange appearance, she will definitely say that it's a vampire and make a fuss about it. Come to think of it again, I didn't even had a chance to know his freaking name. Whatever. It'll be just useless when I know his name but not his outward form since he hid it by wearing black cap and jacket. I feel strange and uncomfortable somehow because of that shitty. “Here.” She said and handed me one glass of water. I wouldn't have even noticed her if she hadn't spoken yet. After I drank it, she took it from me and put it aside.

“Oh. So if I want a pudding, all I smell is that?” He nodded, leaning forward on the table. “Yes.” “When you said other paranormal,” My thoughts went to Connor and Reed. “Did you mean fairies, vampires, ghosts, satyr and werewolves?” All the people in the room audibly gasped and turned their heads to our table, fear written on their faces. I looked around nervously and flinched. Uncle Al shot out of his seat. “Sorry about that,” he chuckled then said, “there are no Forbidden here.”

She told Alexander about everything starting from her uncle's miserable mental health, the missing of Aunt Stella, the phone call she got with his number, her visit to the haunted house, the fakir's rescue, voices and growls of the monster which she often hears in her head. Alexander was speechless noting his 'would be' wife's mental health. He obviously did not believe in sorcery or black magic that Amara had talked about. No educated youth would believe in such sick practices. He decided to consult a psychitriast but was this entirely Amara's psychic sickness or indeed an evil power was looming around her? The growling voice he heard on the phone? Was it just an illusion?