Petrified Hermione Novels & Stories

**** I didn’t plan to go to Hera. My feet just took me there because I was freaking desperate. Her place looked the same as always, run-down, flickering sign, cracked concrete, the kind of motel people drove past and pretended didn’t exist. Nothing about it screamed power. Nothing about it warned you that something ancient and vicious lived inside. I knocked anyway, and the door opened slowly. It was one of her girls. She recognized me immediately and allowed me in, leading me to Hera’s chamber. I waited for a bit before Hera came out.

the hermit asks. “They’re dead, but I can feel the black flame. Someone from our bloodline is possessing it,” the lady said as the hermit tried to hold his wife’s hand. “I love you,” the lady uttered while crying as her body vanished slowly like smoke. “No, please wait!” the hermit begged as he tried to catch the black smoke around. Therens and Merfoy watch the hermit slowly kneeling while crying with his hands folded as if he was still hugging his wife. The ground suddenly shakes as if there was an eruption happening, Merfoy looked up at the sky and saw daylight from the hole gobbling up the dark space.

I growl lowly. Hermione unsuccessfully comforts her. Woah!. Hermione ain't no mere werewolf. She survives mom's screams within her room?. I won't survive such situation. I'll pass out. Well, it's high time I shut the screams. "Leave us!" I order Hermonie powerfully. Her expression squeezes. She stare wierdly at me. She roll her eyes then reluctantly exit with a powerful door slam. I chuckle unborthered. Is she mad?.

“I fully expect him to burst into flames mid dance and declare his undying love for me. I even brought a bottle of water, just in case.” Hermione laughed at my joke, but it was cold and hollow, like the kind of laughter villains have before spiking the hero's drink with cheap poison. She glared at me, but before she could let out anymore words, I walked past them. If I had stayed any longer, then I would have “accidentally” dropped a tinge of my latest potion that was bound to have her itching uncontrollably for the rest of the night.

I said and extended my hand of potion bottle in front of Terra… she took four steps closer to me and took glass bottle from my hand. Terra was totally hypnotized; she used her Dragon power and jumped down on ground directly in tomb where Petro was chained…. I, Jasmine, Albert and Tara all kept watching her from top as Terra quietly went closer to Petro…. feeling her presence Petro weakly lifted her head up, I couldn’t see his eyes…. but Terra kept looking at him blankly…. she showed Petro spell breaking potion bottle in her right hand…. and used her left hand to open Petro mouth… with her right hand thumb Terra tossed wooden lid of glass bottle and in one swift move she poured entire content

I'll keep them to myself as long as I can. " She's back, right? Ms.perfect, I heard she's in the principal's office right now, passing her excuse letter." My classmates murmured " I can't wait to see her again~" The boys said I heard those too, she's what they call Ms. perfect, she's an old student here... and she's very famous. They're all talking about her and waiting for her return. But all that's on my mind is Henry...agh, I'm going crazy...

Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore. Morgan raised his hand to wipe away her tears; he just couldn't keep seeing her crying so hysterically and heartbroken. But when she saw his action, she flinched and backed away from him with her eyes filled with fear. His pupils shrank violently as he stared at her. ‘She was afraid of him. Did she think he would hurt her?’ He thought.

I don’t like that she’s so scared. “Please, relax. I’m okay. I think I did more damage in this case.” I smile slightly, hoping to put her at ease. I stand to my feet and bend over, holding out my hand for her to take. She looks around the hallway, as if something is going to jump out and grab her. Eventually, she puts her hand in mine and allows me to help her to her feet. Her hand is warm, but I’m missing the sparks. Maybe Mace is right and she’s been doused with wolfsbane. If so, that’s a major violation.