Sad Harry Potter Deaths Novels & Stories

Alice yelled back to his hearing and he snorted. "Oh, sorry dear, but it's the truth. With just a tiny bomb, they are as dead as chickens!" Alice shook her head in denial and blinks rapidly. "Greg is dead? Greg...is dead...no... that can't be true" she mumbles in despair and sat up while she grimaces. "Dark Blood, huh?!" she yells back to his hearing and he stopped firing.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

“You’ve always been sickly. I suggested taking you to the hospital, but you refused. Jacob told me long ago that something was off about you, but I still chose to believe you instead of him!” He called for his bodyguards to lock Rachel up. As he stared at my body silently, he used a clean cloth to wipe away the blood on my face. He called out my name repeatedly, but no one answered. In the end, Mark could no longer hold back his sadness. He fell to the floor and covered his eyes in anguish. “Jane’s dead… I killed her… “I’ll pay for your life… Jane, just wait for me…” I watched coldly, but my resentment grew.

I heard him whisper, “Ivy, this time I’ll protect you, no matter what.” I couldn’t tell if it was a dream or reality. As for Harry, his company was over. The bank had come to collect his debts. Harry lost his house and everything. He was homeless and penniless. Teresa was with the werewolf she had cheated on with, but Harry found her. He pushed her down the stairs, and she lost the pup. When she came out of the healing center, she stabbed Harry. Harry died in her arms, and she was sent to a madhouse.

Harry's eyes widened, and a cold gleam flashed through them. He stood up, wrapped himself in a robe, and stepped out of the tub. "What did you just say? Xandor is dead?" he checked again. "Yes," the man confirmed with a grim nod. Harry's face darkened. "Who killed him?" "Based on our reports, it was a young man. His identity is still unclear." "What are your orders, sir?" the man asked. "Xandor may have been worthless, but he was still one of ours. Whoever dared strike him will face the wrath of the Yelverton family! Spread the word.

I frowned. "Harry Adams," Chad replied. "Harry Adams!" I froze in shock. What the hell was happening how could Harry be dead? Something was wrong. There was no way two top brass of the business world could have died in the span of a night.

Also, I can’t get over everything that has happened throughout the past few days out of my head as well. “A little,” I finally replied. He smiled. “I think I can live through that until I make sure you don’t hate me anymore,” A smile played at the corner of my lips but I quickly bite down my tongue to replace it with a smile. Why do his words make me smile? The thoughts of Harry suddenly struck my mind and I asked, “When do I get to see Harry?” He sighed and that was suspicious. “Never again. He died this morning,”

' Another voice inside her head replied, 'Haha, but it's because of you that he died. 'No, he's not dead!' 'Sandro, your enemy bombed him to death. He escaped the fire but got skewered by a large metal pole in the end. So in short, he's dead. Totally dead.' 'No, no. Shut up! Someone, tell me... I'm begging someone to tell me that he is not...' In front of the burnt wreckage of the Golden Residences, a luxurious silver car stopped, revealing Harry and Cindy who rushed over to the place the moment they got wind of the tragedy that befell their recently gained daughter's main residence.

More tears slipped down my face, guilt-filled my heart, and I could feel the sadness in Reed's heart. "Get him," the yelling voice jolted me out of my reverie. If I had had the strength or backup, I would have climbed down the ladder and fought Ryan. However, the reverse is the case. Accompanying him are thousands of Nazgul and the bone skeletons of the dead. On his right side is my foster mom, her lips moving up and down. I know she was mumbling some spells and was about to perform her dark magic tricks again. "Get him, he mustn't have escaped." Ryan's order to his soldiers

As a new song comes on Dominic was dancing with another girl who’s name I don’t remember and Anna was dancing with Bane and a few other couples crowded the floor. “I never intended to kill you out there,” Charles stated, as he turned us around. I rolled my eyes internally and kept a fake smile on my lips. “You’re a beautiful girl, Caliana. It’s such a shame my brother never wanted you to live,” Charles said. As I stared into his eyes I saw he was telling the truth. Harry wants me to die. “Why?” I couldn’t stop how my voice trembled as I fought back the tears. “I’ve told you already. I don’t like repeating myself,” He muttered.