Krum Harry Potter Novels & Stories

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.

"Please?" "Wrong." I turned my head away again. "Abracadabra?" I shook my head. "Ugh! Clue?" "Harry Potter." "Avada Kedavra?" I scowled at him. "Kill me, why don't you?" He pressed his fingers to his forehead. "That's the only one I know." "VulneraSanentur." I finally answered. "Because you wound me." Colton sent a flat look. "Get out."

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

If he was going to be a creep, I made sure to let him know I did not appreciate it one bit. When the lecture ended, I gathered my things and made my way to the door in preparation for the second class. But the new kid seemed very interested in following me. I had barely made it outside of the class when he bumped into me. The glee on his face made me lose it completely. "Hi, I'm Jack. I'm new here," he said, offering me a warm smile. "My name is Alva. I wish I could say it is nice to meet you, Jack." I answered.

“I am Fred East, the 23rd generation disciple of the Krums. Greetings, Old Master Stefani. My grandfather is the senior elder of the Krums, Norman East,” Fred put his hands together and introduced himself. “Greetings, Old Master Stefani, I am Lorraine Lovewood, the 23rd generation disciple of the Krums. My master is the third elder of the Krums, Taylor Coda,” Lorraine also bowed and put her hands together to introduce herself.

Without even moving from her seat, Susan immediately said, not even giving enough time for the rest of the table to raise their hands. "Ms. Lovegood." "Luna Lovegood, first year. Where can I find a Crumple-Horned snorkack?" Erik laughs, but not because it's a funny question. He laughs because it's a different one, and one that he had never received. "Small pig-like creature, with a hairy purple body and small crumpled horn on its head?" Luna, with her adorable face and big eyes nods her head at the description of the elusive creature.

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

he trembled as he spoke, bending down to view me, his breath was dangerously close to mine now and the stench of weed filled my nostrils. “Stop,” I whispered. “...you have grown into a little psychopath haven't you?” he ran his hand along my face and I shifted away. “Oh, don't run from me little Hailey, all I want is to make you happy,” he threw his weed away, his eyes darting around like a dog eyeing a pile of meat. “Stop touching me. You are not yourself and you are making a grave mistake,” I said.

My long, black fingernails clicked rhythmically against the armrest of my chair. ​"Are you absolutely sure of this?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. ​"Y-yes, Master," he rasped. ​Krug is a goblin, a hideous creature who escaped the pits of Hell just like I did. He was everything unholy, a monster that didn't belong in the world of men. He had served me for a thousand years, his only loyalty fueled by fear and his own disgusting desires.

The group of men filter behind the grizzly bear in front of us. Gee-gee lets out an over exaggerated laugh. “Oh, I’M SORRY, I must be misunderstanding you. Did you just call your FUTURE QUEEN a mud-blood?” Before he can respond she continues. “What is this? Fucking Harry Potter?” The man sniffs his nose before spitting on the ground in front of me. “She’s no future Queen of mine.” The men behind him yell out their agreement. I take a step closer to the man and give him a sinister smile. “What is your name, sir?” I bat my eyes at him.