Harry Potter Zombie Novels & Stories

And after what she told me earlier,of what she had seen…” Hollingsworth Manor,July 1984 “I swear to you Polly,”Ginny said in her most excited voice.”I saw her…in my room!” “Calm down Ginny,”Polly implored.”Tell me everything from the beginning.” Polly pulled her younger sister down next to her on the low wall overlooking the garden,where the flowers were in full bloom.Ginny’s beautiful elfin face,so much like her own,was frozen in a mask of pure terror. “I believe you Polly,everything you said about this place is true…its haunted!At first I only felt it,but now… I have seen this evil with my own two eyes!”

Fiona chuckled. “You have to be kidding me!” Luella exclaimed as she jumped up and ran to the window. “Do you mean to tell me that idiot old man summoned zombies?” “Yep,” Fiona replied. Luella threw her head back and roared with laughter and said, “Is he stupid?” “Yep,” Fiona chuckled. Dennis ran to the window and looked out, “The fields are loaded with them.” “Back away from the window, my love. Zombies can hypnotize someone who isn’t magical. I need you to help me so please, back away before you’re worthless,” Luella barked.

I couldn't believe my eyes, Adam was stood not even five foot away from me. I didn't know if I was hallucinating now, he takes steps towards me but like on instinct, I take steps away from him. "Freya it's okay, I'm gonna get you and Amelia out of this" he says, holding his hands out as he spoke, but I continue to walk backwards. "But Anthony killed you, I-I heard the gunshots" I mange to say, still walking backwards a little, it's either I'm going mad or seeing a ghost, because Anthony even acted as though he killed him after.

“It is enough to have to battle each other without throwing the human race into the mix.” “You war with each other?” Jasper asked with surprise. Rowan nodded. “Indeed,” he said, “The werewolf and vampire are fierce enemies.” “And zombies?” Jasper asked. “What about them?” “The zombie is a curious anomaly,” Rowan began. “Unlike the vampire or werewolf, it is not a creation from another dimension come here. A zombie is the result of a virus that takes hold of a recently deceased corpse and causes just enough animation to allow it to function in the most primitive of ways.”

I managed to get a good enough view to see that Max and Eddie were holding their own, although the vampires were dealing with the majority. When the back door of the van opened, I expected it to be Peter or Max. Instead, it was a very large zombie. He pulled me by my ankles onto the ground. My scream of surprise and rage echoed in my head, although no one around me seemed to respond so I question if it made it to my lips.

If anyone was after her, that is. She did her best to keep from stepping on the sprawled limbs of the lifeless zombie bodies that were clustered at the base of the tree. As she pulled out the arrows that were still good enough to use again, she couldn’t resist comparing the look in their eyes to what she’d seen while they were animated. They all matched now. They were all staring, blankly, into nothingness.

Hank offered as he thwarted a vampire’s attempt to pull off his head by biting him in the hand. When the double doors of the castle flew open and a new surge of angry castle supernatural residents poured into the great room with the intent to kill, all conversation stopped. Hank pulled a whistle from around his neck and blew it long and hard. It not only summoned a new surge of zombies to flood the great hall, but it caused the vampires to stop for a brief, stunned moment.

Maybe I really was making a huge mistake pushing him away. Interrupting my thoughts, Lucy replied, “Oh, it’s definitely true! Blake tortures people too, and so did his dad—well, your dad too, I guess. I’ve heard stories. I won’t repeat them because they’re gruesome.” “Tell me, please,” I said, eager to know, begging Lucy with my eyes. “Okay, I won’t go into detail, but I’ve heard they chop people’s arms and legs off and pull out their eyes. Stuff like that. And werewolves don’t die. They just heal so they can keep going for hours.”

~Aurora’s Point of View~ ~Present~ “Vampire stuff is the messiest stuff. Always drama, fighting. I was really counting on an easy life, none of them were supposed to wake on my watch and since we have only the three tombs and they were all full, I didn’t think we’d get anymore. What a fucking mess,” Alpha Killian shouts, slamming his fist on the table and making me jump. Two others in the room do as well.

The snow glowed red outside the cave, and my heart stopped. Cengiz stood frozen at the entrance, his body rigid with fear. Behind him, the crimson light pulsed like a heartbeat, casting long shadows across the cave floor. The Bozkurt wolves pressed against the walls, their eyes wide, their breaths coming in sharp gasps. "It's too late," Cengiz whispered. "The Watcher is coming. And it's not alone." I clutched Stellan's unconscious form, my mind racing through impossible scenarios. Fight? Flee? Hide? None of them seemed adequate against whatever was out there.