Maledictus Harry Potter Novels & Stories

My hand was back to its hideous features as I let go of her. Moments later I was sucked back to my chamber, I hurriedly went back to the book and flipping it back and forth. "The Damnation Curse of the Sorceress" it was stated there that the curse could never be broken, unless with a special power of the chosen one. I had found the chosen one, and the healer, then I had found the witch moments ago, the sorceress heir. I recognized the light brown eyes and the freckles, all of her people had the same exact characteristic features.

One by one, the brothers filed out of the room. As the door closed behind Daemon, I slowly turned my attention back to Draco. He was already watching me. Interesting... He can command an empire with a single word. But the moment one of his brothers gives me a little too much attention... he sends him away. For a man who insists this is merely about control... he's making it increasingly difficult to believe him. "What the fuck is that again?” Draco yelled at me.

Frost asks. Crazy Harry shrugs, and his beard quivers with the motion. “Don’t rightly know. I’ve never seen it.” I thank Harry for his time, then we leave him sitting on the ground, smoking his joint while the ducks swim leisurely nearby. Malix falls into step beside me. “Are we seriously listening to the crazy guy?” “Yes, we’re listening to the crazy guy,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Not all crazy people are crazy. Sometimes, they just know things they’re not supposed to know and other humans don’t believe them. You’re a supernatural creature. You should know that.”

He was the doctor Kevin met that day, and because he was at his lowest, Harry exploited him by telling him the gravest mistake he had made in his life. He almost didn't believe such an idiotic being was a pub of the cunning Alpha Morris. Why would he reincarnated someone that didn't have a very good history with people or life itself- and also trust the witches to do it for him. They might believe they are the holiest creatures to exist but they are also the most cunning and wicked. They cause problems and havoc wherever they go with their little destructive spells that go a really long way while also releasing bad energy into the earth.

the older man looked every bit like a disappointed educator. “Fuck man, you're so hopeless…” Harry muttered, having the gall to actually try to walk out of the room. “Unlike you, I'm a simple guy with simple tastes, okay?!” Alastor yelled right after him, chucking the hoodie on the floor. Harry paused by the doorway and gave him a look, “Screw you man, you mean you have no taste at all!” “Try looking presentable at the very least!” Sean exclaimed, stopping Alastor from charging after the idiot and start a fight, “Mate or not, you're still dealing with a goddess!”

I finally have enough courage to tell him, I've wanted to say that for months! "See what you're letting them do! They're getting in your head making you believe things that aren't true! Just like all those other people did remember, Tammy, my mother, Adam and Nicole!" He shouts listing all those poor people he murdered, I look down remembering every single situation "what did I do? I took care of them! I made them see that we were forever and no one could get in between us!" He shouts but I shake my head, he did the opposite to any of that.

After no more than 30 seconds, he had the results. "Excruciating pain, and fast healing enchantment. What the bloody hell is a second year student doing with something like this?" Robards commented. Director Bones asks too. "Student name?" "On it." Auror Shacklebolt says and starts to look at the material on the desk for a name. On the front cover of the books, he found it. "Draco Malfoy." Auror Shacklebolt says. "He is too young to claim to be studying it for classes. Professor Snape?"

Stefan Malfoy. "You're just one pathetic soul, you know that right, Lucinda?? Huh??" I cursed as I held her throat firmly. "You think that impostor, that weakling would come to save you??" I scoffed as I laughed really hard, looking at her eyes filled with tears.

After some time had passed, the dim phone screen lit up again. Mallory grabbed her phone and looked at it. It was an unknown phone number. She said, "Hi! Who are you?" On the phone, a nice, but dangerous male voice could be heard. "Do you want the opportunity to sleep with Xander?" "Want! I want to!" Mallory answered almost without thinking. But she thought of some other problems after that and asked, "Who are you? How did you know what I wanted to do?" The other person on the phone said two words in a deep voice, "Ron Hagrid!"

That couldn't go unpunished—he refused to accept that the witch would get away with it. Then there was the issue with Libia. Every time she spoke, it was like a child’s cartoon merging with a trashy reality show. Her brain didn’t seem to work right, which gave him headaches. So, his seduction-manipulation plan had to move forward quickly, or he might end up throwing himself from the top floor of his company.