Harry Potter Zombie Novels & Stories

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

Munch… Crunch… Suddenly, a chewing sound came from around the corner. Julian was stunned and poked half his head out to look. By the elevator, a zombie in a torn Armani suit was crouched on the floor, gnawing on a corpse that had long since become unrecognizable. As if it had smelled fear coming off a living person, the suited zombie suddenly went still. It slowly turned its head. Its cloudy, pale eyes locked onto Julian. A long, dark red piece of intestine was still hanging from the corner of its torn mouth.

“How many more are there?” “More what?” he asks. He looks around the carnage in the room, but it’s like he doesn’t register it. There’s no fear or shock or surprise. His eyes are blank and lifeless. “Are you doing that to him?” I ask. Zael shakes his head. “He’s a zombie.” “A zombie?” “Yes. It’s old witchcraft. Necromancy. He’s literally a walking corpse.” “Oh, that’s just fan-fucking-tastic,” Glenn says. “How do we kill them?”

"Do you believe in magic?' He asked. " I do!" "I do!" "I do!" The three of them responded and the doors of the coffins were closed. "Abracadabra!" He called. "Abracadabra!" They chorused. He walked to each of the coffins and used the wand he was holding to touch them three times with a tapping sound. "No way out!" He yelled as smoke started coming out from the coffins. The people watched to see what would happen as he nodded at the zombie costumed attendants who walked to the coffins and opened them up.

asked, curious. Sebastian sniffed “‘Elon, Maya, and Harry are inside the hospital with Zombies,” Sebastian said, terrifying Elon. “ Zombies?” Elon asked, confused. “ Yes, Zombies, Horrible ones. Just drive, let's go” Sebastian said, smiling faintly at Elon’s nervousness.

The shelter’s main gate collapsed, and a tide of zombies poured inside, roaring and screeching. “Honey, this one’s on you.” I hid behind her and pointed at the incoming swarm. Ruth raised her hand without a trace of emotion. As a deep, dull hum filled the air, the dozen zombies charging in front exploded instantly into clouds of blood mist. Flesh and blood splattered across the walls. The zombies behind them hadn’t even had time to react before a horrifying force crushed them flat into pulp. This was the S-class ability—gravity manipulation. It was the ultimate wipe-out skill.

Power condensed to the extreme as he smashed it fiercely toward the zombie's head with force capable of tearing everything apart. The golden fist shadow flashed with dazzling light as it charged straight toward the zombie's mask. "Clang!" A crisp metallic collision rang out. The fist shadow smashed into the zombie's mask, shattering it instantly and revealing the face beneath. It was an expressionless face, pale as paper, with distorted features. Embedded in the center of its forehead was a pitch-black rune, flickering with an eerie red glow. This was the core of the magical puppet. Most of the punch's power was blocked by the rune. The zombie's head only trembled slightly and was not shatte

A shape lurches into view, close enough for any student to see their opponent clearly. It drags a skeletal axe while raising its bulging arms and mangled hands. The creature advances, intent on killing anyone who is too sluggish to escape its clutches. "Zombies!" shouted a female student, holding her quivering hands together. "These creatures are zombies. They are attracted to blood and cannot see or smell. They were created by magical devastation inside the dungeon." Rose elaborated. "Graaahhh!" The zombie screamed, and its scream echoed over the desert. As creatures rose from the depths of the desert, the earth shook and sand began to burst.

Aislen recoiled at the very idea. “Dead blood has always had an interesting effect on vampires,” Talen commented mildly. “As a sedative. A rather unpleasant one. I remember Sigrid and Meguitte dosing Harry with it once, and Harry was miserable for over a week as a result. That was an interesting time,” he pulled a face. “Harry made sure to share the misery around. The aversion perhaps is a natural one – you know instinctually that it will not agree with you.” “How come we didn’t know that about the zombie blood?” Aislen was disgruntled. “How long would we have been sedated for?” She paused on the landing, frowning at Talen. “You probably should have told us.”

Havermouth, Present Time, 1.5 weeks after Retaking Havermouth From the Van Helsings “No biting, and no chewing,” Harry cautioned the zombie-woman sternly as they held a knife to their wrist. “Are we absolutely clear on that? This,” they gestured to their body. “Is an artwork. You do not maul it. That would be very rude of you, and we would have to rethink the hospitality that we are extending you.”