House Black Harry Potter Novels & Stories

+ Another night in Harry's company, but the difference this time is that it's not my house, it's his apartment. I'm afraid that his absence will affect me, but tonight was different from all the others. We watched the movie Fifty Shades of Grey, and we loved it so much that we practiced it - not everything, but we talked about practicing every part of it, making our own movie and calling it "Harry's Shades".

Those who performed dark magic, all had access to the council. Kevin being an amateur, wanted to prove his worth. His family had a lineage of witches and wizards but his parents disliked anything that had to do with that life. They preferred to live as atheists and had no interest whatsoever in the spiritual world. However their son, had a great interest in the history of his family and the dark practises of which they were involved in while they were still alive. Kevin began to remove his clothes, starting with his blue t-shirt down to his denim trousers then finally his leather shoes. He knelt to the floor then reached under his bed. He mumbled a few words, a black door appeared in the cen

Just like a Presidential Convoy on earth but on a smaller scale. Black House has a similar look to a White House, but with a fantasy twist to it, it was a modern Castle. Instead of a light pole, we got a hovering Magic lamp all over the place, though it's not as high and large as Royal Palace, it was as Grand and Magnificent than any royal palace in Fantasma.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

The ground shook with a great force, making the forest turn as if a great wind was turning everything apart. Sharriah did not know what was happening but she found her self in total darkness. Which gripped her till she succumbs to darkness. In a forest filled with different creaking sounds, an old house stood in the middle of forest. It's walls cracked and filled with cob webs. The door opened slightly, by a young witch. "Queen Diana, the potion is ready"

(Henry’s POV) ————— This was a terrible idea. An absolutely horrible idea. And yet…mI was doing it anyway. I stood in my room, nervously staring at the closed door while my heart pounded against my ribs. Mom was downstairs and Grey wasn’t home yet. Which meant this was my chance. I adjusted the dark hoodie over my head and glanced at myself in the mirror. The oversized hood shadowed most of my face. It was the perfect disguise so no one would recognize me outside. Hopefully.

"The game difficulty has been upgraded. Only high-level ghosts may remain in Happy Home. Mid-level ghosts must evacuate the residential complex immediately." The fatal mechanical voice echoed throughout the entire building. "What?!" Nicole couldn't help but scream. Granny Rosa was the only high-level ghost they could currently access. Without her as a messenger, they would all die here without question. My father and brother's expressions flickered with panic as they paced back and forth, unable to find a way out.

He could feel a little pain in his head, and he groaned. “I know but your death is nigh.” Hayley chuckled before sitting on the couch, she placed her hands on her jaw, still staring at him. “I need to get to a hospital.” He repeated. “I have a story to tell.” She said, mumbling a spell, and the woods inside the fireplace got lit up in flames. “What are you?” Hagen asked. “FYI, I'm a witch. A dark full-blooded powerful witch.” She said before getting her gaze back at Hagen.

A small devilish thought served when I felt few hard abs. He pursed his lips together, holding back a tiny beam. He moved his hazel eyes from me, staring straight ahead. I followed his gaze to the dusty, rundown house in front of us. The front windows looked cracked and discolored, leaning inward, the wood seemed rotted and black — a powerful gust of wind would have blown the thing down. It hadn't been touched in years, much less lived in. There was no witch; they had set us up. I felt Xander tense beside me.

They were acting like Louis was not even present in the room, as he groaned in pain from time to time, announcing his presence too. John had noticed, that there was no picture of her at all in the house. It was not a home but a house! He sighed and turned his head to Louis, slightly patting his back in sympathy, when he glared at him, making John retract his hand awkwardly. Harry was standing by the wall with his one leg folded behind him as a support to the wall and his other leg standing straight on the floor. He was chewing on the gum. His eyes roamed around the whole house and it was quite simple, maybe more than simple to his surprise. It didn't feel like home. It was just a house.