Hermione Granger Deathly Hallows Novels & Stories

He drew a small, silver-handled dagger from his belt—the same dagger that had killed me in Life Three. "It’s not a who, Elowen," he said, his voice turning cold. "It’s the Ninth Life. It’s come to make sure the Tenth doesn't escape." The door didn't break. It simply began to melt, the wood turning into a black, viscous liquid. And stepping through the puddle of rot was a woman. She wore a tattered wedding dress, her throat crushed and her eyes gone. It was me. From the life before. I need honesty

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.

Crystal POV I was shocked by how Kieran reacted to the news of his death. “Lord Potter is dead. What killed him?” “That shouldn’t be the question you should be asking because he was killed.” “By whom?” “Alpha Harry and Lord Potter got into a fight; he was injured and bled a lot. Even after what the Healer did, he died.” Manu divulged. Kieran was pissed before going into the washroom to have his bath. Manu and I were confused about what he was thinking and why he didn’t issue an order to have Alpha Harry subdued.

Behind her, she could feel the weight of a hundred stares, all waiting for Rhys Huxley to humiliate the woman who’d dared to claim him. She stopped before him. He didn’t move. He just looked at her with those dark, unreadable eyes. Slowly, Hermione reached up, grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and crashed her lips against his. The crowd gasped. Dean let out a low whistle. And somewhere behind her, Sarah Granger’s jaw hit the floor.

There was so much he wanted to say, but all he could manage was a strained, broken whisper. "I'm…sorry…" As the words left his lips, his hand dropped limply to the side, and he closed his eyes. Wendy clutched him. "Don't give up! I can save you! Just hold on a little longer…" Lilian crouched beside them and placed her fingers beneath Harry's nose. There was no breath. Harry was gone. He had died, and it was by her hand. Wendy looked up at Lilian, her voice trembling with shock and disbelief. "Why would you do this? You tried to kill me? I'm your daughter—your own flesh and blood!"

Howard rushed to me, grabbing me by the arms, “Ginny, talk to me! What happened?! Who died?!” “It was an accident.” I whimpered, clutching his shirt like a child, “I didn’t mean to, I swear I didn’t mean to push her! She hit her head, and then she just… She stopped moving and… And K… Kevin saw everything and now he’s making me… He’s making me do all these things…” “Who? Who died, Ginny?” “Kevin’s mother!” I screamed, “She’s dead! I killed her!” The words echoed through the room like a gunshot. Howard froze as his entire body went still. Then slowly, with a visible effort, he detached my hands from his chest and took a step back. His face was a mask, no shock, no horror, just calculating sile

the hermit asks. “They’re dead, but I can feel the black flame. Someone from our bloodline is possessing it,” the lady said as the hermit tried to hold his wife’s hand. “I love you,” the lady uttered while crying as her body vanished slowly like smoke. “No, please wait!” the hermit begged as he tried to catch the black smoke around. Therens and Merfoy watch the hermit slowly kneeling while crying with his hands folded as if he was still hugging his wife. The ground suddenly shakes as if there was an eruption happening, Merfoy looked up at the sky and saw daylight from the hole gobbling up the dark space.

She continued with her elucidation, this time pacing back and forth, with her hands on her back. Her messy, long grey hair whipped back fast to Liam's direction shortly after she turned to him. "Keep her safe for me, I know you know how much she means to me." Liam said in a low voice and immediately dashed out of the house without waiting for Lightheart's utters. ••• [Afternoon; Council Room] "I made a shaming discovery, Hera is dead." Liam huffed his eyes directly at the table. "In addition, her house was burnt, even if she had left something behind, it would be depressing to search for 'it'".

That meant either they weren’t feet belonging anyone from Mariposa, or they were Infinite’s people who must have thought one or both of them were already dead. And then finally, finally she got her body working. Once on her feet, Gianna gave a deliberate look down to Hagrid’s crumpled body and noted the rise and fall of his chest. She hadn’t thought that the dosage she’d pumped into Hagrid would kill him, not with his size, but it was good to be assured. Gianna was not a killer. It was who she was.

They came for me with their number, ready to tear me into pieces, and I closed my eyes, waiting for the final blow. Perhaps this is how I am going to end my life. If I had known, I would have followed my dad's advice when he told me to kill all my emotions before they sent me to an earlier grave. Now take a look at me. I am about to be killed by a girl clone. I can feel their footsteps growing closer. Just when I am sure they are about to strike me, Lucifer's daughter's voice stops them. "That is enough for now."