House Black Harry Potter Novels & Stories

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

After he took everything, Harry immediately went out and closed the main bedroom door, and took the key along with the things in his mother's bag. Harry immediately went into his room and took the laptop he had kept in a special storage area and turned it on. He tried to see the power that was around Mr. Wijaya's house from the main entrance, and the back door, which connected the garden and the high wall that bordered Mr. Wijaya's luxurious mansion. Harry is still busy monitoring the possibility of sabotage in his house by insiders who side with Susi's or Bima's camps. He didn't even notice the presence of someone who was watching him from the door.

"Alright... The remains of a dead otter... It was still so tiny. I took a guess that it was still a newborn when it died. I did not understand the idea behind all this. But after you mentioned about spells and charms, I think I start to get the idea..." . "Yeah... But what kind of dark magic do they use in this modern world? Even using a dead animal as their tool. Sick. Sick to the head. Sick to the mind." . "That's not all, Harry... There were also yellow, rotten teeth inside there. Precisely three pieces. It was so disgusting, I literally almost puked upon discovering it all." .

Finally, we arrive at Dead Man’s Woods. Wade pulls over into the muddy parking area. I look outside the window, it’s pitch black and thick with fog. “Well, if this isn’t spooky, I don’t know what is.” Wade says as he turns off the ignition. “I hope you have big torches Wade, the fog is really thick,” Penny says worryingly. “Yeah, yeah I have everything including 2 tents.” He says with a smile. “What?! Tents! Why do we need tents?!” I shout.

He's finally showing his true colors. "I'm Heaven." I tell him. "What does master want with you. You look human." He leans his face closer to mine as if sniffing me, or perhaps he is. "You even smell like one. What is so special about you?" "Why don't you ask your master." I hiss the words out of my mouth. I'm tired of his sick game and most importantly I know he won't kill me. A cynical flashes across his face and my mind quickly picks on what he's planning on doing. Oh no.

came Gabriel, who happened to be writing something. Jake sat next to Matt with Gabriel on the other side as Mrs. Fenway, the music and drama teacher walked in and ordered all students to be quiet. "Now, today we're going to venture into the world of fantasy..." "What is this, Hogwarts?" joked Cole from the middle row as a low clatter of laughter followed. "I'm sure everyone in this hall has come across the word, Dracula," Mrs. Fenway went on. Great, more Halloween nonsense! Jake found himself saying in his head.

The king was focused to Chief Black at once. "We found this in hidden in the belongings of the crown princess, Your Majesty." Chief Black lifted his hand for everyone to see. I gasped and my throat ran dry when I saw what he was holding. It is a black little bottle with black lid. "And we found out that it indeed contains the deadly extract of the poisonous flower Lily of Morte." I felt like my whole world crumbled into ashes. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. It felt like doom was suddenly in front, standing right before me.

The other part of the room was so dark and wooden with glowing books and potions on the shelves as well as so many large pots and dirty broomsticks. Everywhere was dusty but I still stepped in, ignoring my irritation to dirty environment. “Hello?” I called her. There was no response from the hag, she just continued mixing whatever she was mixing. “Hag?” I called again. She suddenly turned to me, pointing the stick at me. I flinched and stepped back, wondering what the hell was going on with the crazy old thing.

I was about turning back when I saw the roof of the abandoned house, I'm not so sure if he will have a potion that won't hurt anyone but I wouldn't know if I don't try? I looked at the rusty doorbell button but decided against it, I doubt if it works. I knocked on the door, patiently waiting for his reply. He opened the door with a wide grin on his face. “Come in, dear.” He said and I walked in, padding softly on the shaggy rug. “I don't want to mince words. You know why I'm here…” I say, going straight to the point. “Yeah and about that. The spells have not been prepared because the one you asked for demands that your blood be used.” He says and my heart sinks.

his voice taking an even scarier tone as he got up and dark clouds poured out of his hands, floating around him. Dread pooled in Soraya's eyes as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Black magic, she realized with terror. This was her first time seeing him like this. Alwin was an old wizard who was like a father figure to her. He had taught her everything she knew about witchcraft after he had taken her in when she was lost and wandering decades ago. He had always talked about how the witches and werewolves used to live in harmony. This fueled Soraya's hopes when she learned about the prophecy. He turned to her, letting down the hood of his cloak. Soraya let out a silent gasp as she