Petrified Hermione Novels & Stories

Hastening his steps, Erik caught up with Joan and Leona, and the trio continued their slow walk back to the main chamber. As Erik, Joan and Leona reached the main chamber, they came across a scene that made them stop in place. The scene in front of the was a sad one for those who knew the history behind it. Selena was standing over Hilda's body while petting it. The basilisk body was unmoving, and its basketball-sized yellow eyes were closed. Permanently. On its head, just a little above the place between its eyes, standing still like the legendary sword in the stone, was Slytherin's sword, with more than half of its blade buried deep in the basilisk skull. Hilda was finally resting and no o

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

The grey Chaos Chi energy swirled around it, and the soul imprint that was on the mirror disappeared without a trace. “Bleurgh!” Hermione spat a mouthful of blood violently. The silver luster that had surrounded her body faded quietly. She knew that she had completely lost the Reflective Eye, as she could no longer feel its existence within her. Even the soul imprint that she had placed on it had been cut. Hermione shot Alex a hateful, bitter glare, her expression was hysterical. “Alex, I will remember you! “One day, I, Hermione Yggdrasil, will come to kill you!” She hollered as her body got brighter and brighter. Alex frowned, then moved to slash her with his sword.

After an annoying and exhausting meeting, I dashed into my mansion to see nobody. There were no workers, and my parents weren't there. I thought they would be in their respective room so I strolled to my own room. I was too stunned that I was emotionless. What I see inside my room was– A girl. She had hazel siren eyes, her upper lip was thinner than her lower one, red hair which was flowing down her shoulder and she was dressed that her upper body and her lower body was revealing. Exactly like a–sexy girl.

I did have some fear for her because she was dangerous and unpredictable but I was going to put my fear for her aside and face her one on one. “Hermione! The pendant!” She demanded and I swallowed hard. Her voice was deep and husky, curtesy of the black smelly smoke. I moved away from her while she continued to inch forward. The stench released by the dark clouds was making me very dizzy to the point of losing my sight.

Her hairs were open while some of her hairs which were cut were sticking out the dustbin. Eva had no expression on her face as she watche dDamon approach her. She looked like a corpse struggling to identify the people crying at her funeral. She looked pale, lacked blood and her hands were injected. Damon couldn't look at her. She looked weak. She was definitely not the woman Damon was impressed by. His heart was punching him and it ached him more. Tears dripped out from his eyes and crawled down through his cheecks finally falling on the floor.

Alex was spread-eagled bare chested across the spinning Earth, which in itself made me dizzy. His skin was purpled with bruises, as he hung like a beaten god over the world. Jeremy whined, clasping his arms around King. Jason’s glossy black hair fell across her brother’s white like she was hugging him, but then I noticed the twisted Hermione’s wand that sparked in her hand, if Hermione had been a Dominatrix (and there was my cousin’s kinky fantasy fulfilled), motherents before she thrust it against Alex’s gut.

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

"Oh please, stop gaping like a fish out of the pond. He will live. I am just heating him so he does not get hypothermia." Incredulous! If this is the white witch, then I dread the dark ones. Honestly, how can she simply say that she is warming him up when she is obviously cremating the guy? Petrified. That I am. She is like a stick of dynamite. Small but the devastation too great to embrace. I cannot help but shudder inwardly. I make a mental note never to piss off a witch for the rest of my existence. My thoughts are cut off as I feel faint sparks on my hand. I look at her and see that she is having a hard time controlling her anger. Hermes has really crossed her bottom line this time.

And at their head, a wolf I knew. She was massive, larger than any wolf I'd ever seen, her fur white as snow, her eyes blue as ice. She moved like water, like wind, like something that had been waiting for this moment since before the wolves came to these lands. "The half-blood," she said, her voice carrying across the camp. "The one who broke the prophecy. The one who chose love over fear. The one who will—"