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?"

It was as if it was a celestial building, unaffected by any explosion in this reality. Hermione didn’t die from the explosion as well. She managed to use one of her trump cards at the very last moment, it was the Golden Body that Xienna gave her. In reality, it was just a strand of hair, sealed with a projection of Xienna inside, planted on Hermione’s scalp. With this, she could save herself in crucial moments. It was obvious that Xienna treated her disciple well, since she gave her three strands in total, which meant that Hermione had three surviving chances in total. She used one back when she was swallowed by the great Genbu, and she used another today.

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.

Hermione is fat, she’s got red hair and she does not have what it takes. My eyes moved around the car. Hector rolled his eyes and switched off the video. Tiffany did the same after saying “Oh brother” under her breath. I was the only one watching the video now. “Get me into the sight. We need to tarnish her name. She does not get to be Daniella. I want Daniella. I must have it.” The video showed her typing something on the screen. “She will know never to mess with me.” Hector took my phone away from me and switched off the video.

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.

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—"

Somehow, she felt a little sympathetic to Yara who was blasted away with an invisible force, though lucky for her she hadn’t smashed her head on the wall. Sheels nodded at Perry who craned her neck to have a better look at Hera and had ended up wishing she didn’t. For in the rubbles of the destroyed column sat Hera whose eyes were ablaze, her purple hair now stretched longer the way they used to, which was also glimmering such dark energy that made every strand of hair all over her body prickle. “Hera?” whispered Perry, moving a little closer, her heart drumming so hard she bet even Sheels could hear it.

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.