Neville Deathly Hallows Novels & Stories

" he muttered. Laura, initially thinking that he was mourning the late princess consort, was surprised to learn that he was actually referring to his former lover. She found it both amusing and disturbing. Unable to wrestle free from Nevin's grasp, Laura reached for the potion Ned had given her and quickly jabbed it into Nevin's neck. Instantly, Nevin collapsed onto her, unconscious. Laura quickly scrambled off the bed and ran out into the hall, colliding with Ned as she did so. "What are you doing out so late? Did he do something to you?" Ned demanded, grabbing Laura's hands.

"Titan is a part of my horde, and one of my closest friends, if I let you do this and she dies, I won't stop at just killing you, I'll keep going, hunting every generation that carries your blood in their veins until your whole lineage lies dead in the Earth. And then I will move on to anyone who dares to speak your name until the only thing left to tie you to this Earth will be your rotting corpse as I scatter body parts throughout the world, making sure no one has any place to remember the dragon killer. You will be forgotten and when my time on Earth draws to an end and I face my maker, my only request will be to hunt you in the afterlife so your torment never ends." Neville visibly gulpe

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

I shuddered at the reality of just how mentally sick Geoffrey was. “You bastard!” I hissed at Geoffrey’s limp body. I felt Geoffrey’s pulse. It was still strong. I’d only knocked him out. Although, I fully intended to take his life for what he’d done to both Nevi and me, I was glad I hadn’t killed him yet. I stood up and pulled him over to Nevi, grabbed his wrist and commanded Nevi to drink. Nevi didn’t respond. “Drink, damn it!” I shouted, but still he refused.

Before he could finish his sentence, he noticed the woman had swiftly waved her hand, releasing a burst of purple-red light beam to surround him. “Argh!” Neville’s agonizing scream filled the air as he was surrounded and assaulted by numerous vengeful spirits. From his feet, they worked their way up, gruesomely chewing off his flesh. The purple-red light finally faded only after the resentful spirits had reduced him to bare bones. Witnessing this, Zoltan panicked and fled. However, he suddenly stopped when Neville’s skeleton collapsed, and a soul energy ball emerged, floating toward the woman.

"If you'd like to, I'll appreciate it." I smile big and wide, giving him two thumbs up. "Okay." "All right." With that, Neville disappears into the driving seat of his car to drive himself home for the night. *** NEVILLE As I drive my car in front of the long alleyway that leads to the front gated area of my house, I see something entirely strange transpiring before my eyes. I hear loud yowling in the air, and the loud noise comes from behind the tall grasses near the small convenience store at the end of the street.

I asked him, "When is that?" Neville shook his head. "I don’t know. I saw you wearing a tattered wedding dress, your blood staining it red, and Leo was holding you. I don’t want to lose you, Janet." "Who died, Neville? Who was the person who died?" I pressed for answers. "Someone with red hair. You were standing in the kitchen of someone's house, watching that woman die."

"My friends all have one. I can't fall behind." Otis stood up slowly. "Lenora just passed, and you want a bike?" "What's her death got to do with me?" Neville huffed. "She was useless anyway. Better off dead." Otis slapped him. "Say that again?" "It's the truth," Neville said, holding his cheek. "She was a waste of space. Good riddance." Otis grabbed the bat—the same one he'd used on me. "Get the hell out!" "Dad, you're crazy! Beating me over a dead girl?"

Why is everything an even bigger problem than it initially seems? "Yeah, let's talk to him before dinner and have him take a closer look at the rogue," Wyatt replies as we walk out of the dungeons. I take his hand and teleport us outside Dr. Neelson's office. We knock on the door, but there's no answer. I have a funny feeling that something is wrong, so I try the handle. The door swings open, and we see Dr. Neelson in his chair. I freeze as we step closer. It's clear he's dead because there's a silver arrow sticking out of his chest with a note hanging from the end.

Adrian’s POV I hung up the phone with Sarah, the weight of her words still lingering in my chest. The conversation had left me with more questions than answers. She sounded calm, but I knew her too well to miss the cracks in her voice. Something was off. But before I could dwell on it any longer, Neville entered the room with a sense of urgency in his step. “Sir,” he said, holding up a tablet with the headline flashing across the screen. “You need to see this.”