Novel & Cerita Hermione Deathly Hallows

I shrieked as two smaller versions of the armchair started to chase me. I didn’t know what to do, so I did the only thing I could think of. I kept hacking at the chairs. Every hack caused them to multiple. Fucking hell. When everything started doubling, I felt like I was in Bellatrix Lestrange’s vault in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. This is how I’m going to die. I’m going to drown in my mind in a room of small armchairs trying to kill me.

But my body wouldn't obey. I was a prisoner in this broken shell. "But it's okay," Scarlett chuckled. "It all ends today." I heard the clink of a glass vial. She was preparing something. "This is potassium cyanide," she said proudly. "Colorless, odorless. It'll put you out of your misery for good. Alex will just think you died naturally. After all, a vegetable could go at any time..." No. I can't die. I still have scores to settle.

"She told me to give it two weeks at max." Anger boiled inside of me. I should have known that she would twist my words and use them against me. "That is not true, Mey." I gave her hand a squeeze. "You are not a conquest. You are my special one, my only one, and I love you, Mey." Mey smiled and her eyes turned soft. "I love you too." * * * “Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love,” Dumbledore says in chapter 35 of The Deathly Hallows when looking at the remains of Voldemort's soul.

While we were walking them to the car someone yelled “ Watch out!” I didn't have time to react but the only thing I saw from the corner of my eyes was the orange flames that were growing more and more in front of the packhouse and the scream of Alpha Nathan, he was screaming in agony, pain and once I turn around I saw why he was in pain, the orange flames were coming from him and looking next to me I saw Hermione so focus on him that I finally catch up that she was the one burning him alive.

Peter's POV Draco walked in front of Enzo and me as we made our way to the underground torture chambers. The journey that normally took about 1 hour took just 35 minutes to complete. Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago.

This wasn't part of the plan. Hazel wasn't supposed to still be alive. Clarice wasn't ready to die, especially not by Hazel's hands. She paused when she noticed the silver sword in her possession. Despite how painful it sounded, she decided that she was going to die by her own hands. But, just as she unsheathed the sword and lifted it, the huge door of her chamber collapsed and there stood Hazel, looking as determined as ever. Her multicolored eyes glittered like they'd just been polished and green flames were crawling up her arms, lightly kissing her skin without hurting her.