Novel & Cerita Sad Harry Potter Deaths

Her breath hitched. Casey. She was still with the guard, her body pressed against the wall, her hands tangled in his hair. Julia’s stomach twisted, and her cheeks flushed. She turned forward quickly, but Alex caught the change in her expression. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement. “Nothing,” Julia snapped, her voice tight. Harry cleared his throat, his hands gripping the wheel. “Kane didn’t just die,” he said, his voice low. “He was killed. Liquid silver.”

The doctor calls out. The whole process lasted for a few minutes but then Harry was completely not responding. His heart rate was revived but it was not highly increasing and it was getting much lower until he flat lined. “W-Why did you stop?” Ruth cries out. “My son needs to be revived! Harry!!” The attending doctor lowered his head and looked sorry, “Time of death, 4:17PM.” Silence. There was nothing but absolute silence.

I sat there though, wrapping my hands around his shoulder as I laid my head on his back and hoped that was going to be enough for him. I thought of who could have taken Albert so we could know how to find him. It couldn't have been the dark wizard as he had been injured and couldn't morph into his physical form. The only apprentice that I knew with him was Sasha and she was dead. I had been there when she was buried so there could be no doubt about that. I was convinced that she was dead. I didn't think that the dark wizard had had the time to form a relationship or an alliance with another person who could be his apprentice who could do his dirty work before he was struck with the reversal

If it was not for his appearance, his life would have been perfect. “That’s right! Our pavilion master definitely wouldn’t surrender to evil forces!” Another patronum also stood forward and said loudly. He looked like he was not afraid of death but he did not realize the darkened expressions on Harry and another elder’s face. “That’s right! We shall fight them with all we have and the worst ending is just death! What’s so frightening about that!” The other disciples also said angrily, “So many of our disciples are dead. Almost one to two hundred of them are dead. F*ck! We shall fight them with all we have and kill as many of them as we can!”

This world was clearly more dangerous than he thought. “This world isn’t simple at all,” Hildegarde who was engrossed in the story stated, and Mane nodded his head in agreement. He had already readjusted his evaluation of this world. Yet the knowledge that there were stronger beings out there didn’t discourage him. He was excited! “Arthur was killed by a mysterious organisation. Apparently his talent terrified them, and he was killed. Yet Lam has taken the New Type Potion more times than his father. He just didn’t know that he had taken them.”

To his life, to his own misery, and to the torment he brings. After this I may not able to see my friends faces again, I may not open my eyes again. It was a shame I could not see Antonella until the end but I know William kept her safe. My friends in the academy, the monks, Monk Amon, the aces, my new found friend Lucianna, the professors, Quinn and finally my heart, Johannes Harlequin, I want to see them one last time. But if not being able to see them will end this chaos then I would gladly offer my life. Then it happened, the wind of end reached the Grand Arch Wizard, it slowly devoured him, little by little, bit by bit, peacefully without a scream of pain, I have sent him to his end and

I shrieked as two smaller versions of the armchair started to chase me. I didn’t know what to do, so I did the only thing I could think of. I kept hacking at the chairs. Every hack caused them to multiple. Fucking hell. When everything started doubling, I felt like I was in Bellatrix Lestrange’s vault in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. This is how I’m going to die. I’m going to drown in my mind in a room of small armchairs trying to kill me.

Within minutes they are all dead. We proceed, defeating the odd Minotaur and Harpy until five death worms surround us and lunge out from the ground. Sir Hugo runs up behind one and lunges into the air, wielding his sword. He lands below the neck of the Death Worm, where his sword rips through the soft, slimy skin of the Death Worm with ease. As I’m about to cast the fire spell on the next, Sir Hugo dashes by slicing it open, then to the next and the next until they are all dead. He wipes the blood and slime from his sword onto his leg and then looks up at us all, who are speechless at how quickly and easily he has killed them.

“Oh no, Hayden. you don’t just get to kill my friend and walk away like that, I want answers.” “What answers?” He turns on me in the blink of an eye. “What friend? Who are we talking about?” I blink, a little astonished before folding my fists screaming back. “Harry! that boy you just killed. The most loyal human lackey you had.” “Tsk.” He hissed glaring at me. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. That wasn’t harry. Harry is dead.” “Yes, he’s dead now because you just murdered him. His guts are splattered across the wall. Of course he’s dead.”

There was nothing left for Gandalf to do except reflect on his vanishing existence, his heartbeat gradually slowing until it ceased altogether. Xavier let out a howl after confirming that Gandalf had finally died within Harry's body. The werewolves outside immediately smiled with joy upon recognizing the victorious howl delivered by Xavier. Xavier rushed to Viggo's side, offering his support as Viggo struggled to remain on his feet. Viggo's eyes were fixed on Harry, who lay on the ground. Suddenly, a dark aura burst forth from Harry's body, dissipating into the air. Viggo's heart raced as he realized that the malevolent influence of Gandalf was no longer present within Harry.