Novel & Cerita I Hate It When Voldemort

“Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. Love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves it's own mark. To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.” - J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. ****** Next Day Advika was hesitant from inside yet she smiled at Arunima who fed her breakfast. She knew her whole family was supporting yet she needed to fight her own battles.

That's why he is stronger than all the teachers because he is the sole owner of the school? I answered him because I don't want to be embarrassed. "I don't care if you're the heir; just give me my strawberry cake!" "Okay, then! Is this what you're looking for?" He took the strawberry cake and walked over to the garbage can. "This is your cake, take it!" He threw the cake in the trash and then approached me, making me nervous once more. "Guys! Did you know this girl referred to me as chonggo?" You scumbag! I'm going to kill you! I wanted to yell that at him, but I felt dumbfounded.

IVY'S POV One thing I hate the most in this world is watching Alfred with Lovina. I don’t care if Alfred doesn’t like me. That’s fine. I can deal with that. But it should be anyone else— just not Lovina. I can’t stand it. I don’t know if it’s jealousy, hatred, or something else… but I just can't take it. Every time I see them together, something inside me breaks a little more.

He said as he turned to leave, "A pencil case is not worth a worry in the world, is it?" And into the penumbra, his lean figure dulled leaving Gianna to recollect, assimilate, and conclude that; Sean Vladimir was a heartless life-threatening pest with no antidote.

I hated him so much right here and I hope it doesn’t blow out of proportion or this single act might as well cause their defeat to the vampires as for Ronther I meant everything I said to him at least when I did say it but now having watch him leave me and the idea of not seeing him ever again scared me in ways that was hurtful which was weird because from the very moment with met till now he has been a thorn in my flesh, Ronther has made me cry and feel less of a human from the moment we met but yet here I was dreading the day I would never see him again. In fact Ronther refereed to me a defective goods if I remember correctly which was the very first hurtful thing anyone had ever called me

There are two things I love in life. One, Fridays, Two, Trading insults with Clumsy Nancy. Her name’s actually Nancy Gilbert, but I don’t even care. Nancy, she’s sarcastic, prickly and looks at me irritatingly like I’m the gum stuck to her shoe. But I find her interesting, to an extent. I love how she hates me, and I love how she knows that I love how she hates me. But I hate how audacious she is, how she tells me to shut up to my face. No sugarcoating, no fake smiles. This morning, she wore a coat that made her look like the dwarf from Game of Thrones. I don’t just get this girl. Sometimes, she's pretty dull; other times, she’s like the ‘terror’ in the popular line from GOT, ‘For the night

Scarlett’s POV We sat down in the east tower, we had just finished a meeting with his strategists. Now we simply sat and enjoyed the sun. “I hate you,” I said flatly, it was more to myself than to him. Draco didn’t even blink, only an eyebrow arched as his robe blew in the wind. “You’ve been saying that since you got here.” “I mean it more now.” He smirked. “If it helps you sleep at night but you know you don’t.”

An annoying trait unless you’re the one threatening them. “You know why I’m here, Megara. And it would be better for both of us if we stopped pretending otherwise.” I reach for her cup and take a sip. The metallic tang of blood hits my tongue, and I spit it back into the glass. “Damn vampires,” I mutter. “A person with taste would at least mix in a splash of scotch. Or vodka.” “You hate vodka,” she says, rolling her eyes before placing a hand over her chest in a mock swoon. “Oh, you remember. I’m touched.”

said Astrid wiping the tears on Albus's face. "I'm sorry, Astrid." “It's okay, Albus. I wanted death for a long time because I hated life. When did I start to love life? I never know that I have started to love life itself because Draco comes into my life. Who would have thought that my death would be given by the person I love the most? This is really an irony,” said Astrid, shedding tears and smiling sadly. “I don't know whether you can communicate with The Heart of Magic or not. If The Heart of Magic can synergize with you, who knows miracles happen," said Albus.

Darren said, cutting me off. "What?" "I don't like Nutella." "Are you serious?" I asked, eyeing him incredulously. "No, I'm Darren. And I don't like Sirius Black, the dude's creepy." I just gave him a blank stare. "Who is Sirius Black?" I asked, scrunching my brows up in confusion. "Who would have that sort of a name?" "He's in Harry Potter," He said, shaking his head at me. "You wouldn't know." "Oh," I said. I only watched the first movie of the series and I didn't like it. So I didn't watch it's subsequent parts.