Page 394 Snape Novels & Stories

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Kyra, Eldon, and Marcus held hands, their collective power enhancing Selene's magic. Initially, the wards put up a fight, but over time, they started to falter. Selene's singing became more intense, and the brightness from the book grew stronger. Finally, the protective barriers broke with a sudden surge of energy, causing the book to fall open, its pages emitting a supernatural glow. Kyra moved ahead, her gaze fixed on the book's contents. The sheets contained mysterious characters and old spells, revealing the sorcerer's source of power to them. "Here it is," Kyra exclaimed, her voice brimming with wonder. "This is the thing we have been looking for."

His luminescent golden eyes seemed to be ablaze with a rippling, golden fire, a sight that should have been warming, but the cold, hard hatred that practically oozed from him as he narrowed his eyes at her almost stopped her heart in terror. His beautiful mouth curled upwards in a sneer and he turned to glare disdainfully at Narcissa with a paradoxical lazy smile playing at the edges of his mouth, before throwing Ada's body violently towards where her mother and uncle were hunched over, as if she was nothing more than an inconsequential object. The impact sent them all sprawling and all three of them scrabbled to retake their positions of genuflection before him as he chuckled darkly and str

She seemed like a crazy bastard who never let our words enter her ear. " These stupid tricks again? Sorry, but you are just wasting your time. Your tricks are worthless. I didn't appreciate it." She replied, accompanied by the rolling of her eyes. I felt annoyed but I could not force myself to act like I'm the stupid one. "All right. Then we'll go first, think about it yourself." I had to leave first because I was about to hold back my tears... *** Snap - Severus behind me slams the door shut. My mind blew away and I felt there was a tear that trying to pierce my heart.

"Forgive us your majesty, I have taken the very first antidote that I know when I saw your life hanging on the line. Please don't blame Miss Snipes for the trouble, she only meant to help you." I saw how his brows furrowed and his mouth smirk while he look back at me. "Is this true?" Again a loud and intimidating voice rang inside my ears and rendered me breathless, my hands clutches on the top that I am wearing. As my breathing began to hurt and my body started to sweat. I cannot find my tongue to speak to him, then my eyes turn to Maleficus for question. Why am I feeling so sick all of a sudden? "Oh! The venom of the Prince! My apologies Miss Snipes!"

groaned Lycus Lewis in his mind. Albus looked around the room and did not find the scepter containing The Heart of Magic. Albus's heart pounded. He approached Lycus Lewis, who was in a state of death. Albus tore off Lycus Lewis's shirt. He could see that tendrils of black energy were almost filling Lycus Lewis's chest. Once his chest was perfectly black, his heart would explode and shatter. Lycus Lewis was dying.

" Valenar "I've located her." Valenar grimly revealed, coming out of his trance. The selected coven of Ravenclaw elders held hands around the scrying table in Quinley's newly acquired corner shop. They had been trying for the last three hours to locate Maria. In the middle of the table was an item of the little girls clothing and a small amount of blood from both of her parents, which Valenar combined, but before he had been able to complete the scrying incantation his eyes had rolled back into his head and he'd gone into a deep trance, the other elders were powerless to help, as they couldn't let go of his hands in case the spell imploded and trapped Valenar wherever he was. They stayed tha

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

"Wait here" one man said as they left, shutting the door behind them, there was a desk in the room, on one side was a normal wooden chair, probably meant for me, on the other side was a wooden chair with red velvet like fabric covering the seat and back, it could be a throne, there were books on the desk as well as a green lamp. A man appeared behind me, and made me jump, "Oh, I do apologise child, didnt mean to startle you" the man was wearing a Severus Snape like robe, only the underside was red, and the outside was black, he had brown hair, gelled down.

The dark surface seemed to swallow any light that struck it. On top of the table sat an urn fashioned from the same black material as the table. The round bottom of the container was almost a foot in diameter, while the neck tapered to an opening no more than two inches wide. Faint movement could be seen through its opaque sides, and a low hum seemed to come from inside. The Necromancer’s three followers watched him silently, each unwilling to draw attention to himself by speaking. Viktor was pretty sure he knew what was going on, while the two apprentice wizards had no idea.