Sad Harry Potter Deaths Novels & Stories

Not after she put my friend in such a condition. “T-the wizard w-who made the potion can surely reverse it.” “Where is he?” I let go of her. But as soon as I asked, she smirked. “That’s the thing though. That wizard already died…” ‘You… Don’t you dare play with me! If–” “I am not lying! He is really dead!” That instantly made me weak. I was about to punish Nancy when I heard Albert start whimpering through our mindlink. “I think I'm going to die…Can't I see you once more before it...little princess?” he complained. His voice was already weak.

I feel the burning of the knife in my back. "I have saved your life, and you do this to me. It is shameful that you are such a fool. My spell will not die with me. You have to stand your death sentence. You will die with me here tonight. It is a very powerful spouse, and it cannot be removed unless I do it, and I won't do it cause you put a knife in my back," I say. I know I am dying slowly, but so is my murderer. I close my eyes, and I know I will feel no peace. I know there is no good place where dark witches can go. I also know that Harry will end up where I will be because we are not good creatures. We will end up in hell with all the dark gods. I do not know if I am happy or sad. I hear

The woman completes it for me, but the look in her eyes tells me that she thinks it's anything but just. I start to push through the crowd to make my way to the middle, where Harry is going to kill both teenagers, so that I can stop him. I'm almost close to the scene when two different pitches of ear-piercing screams flood the entire courtyard and everyone gasps. The screams stopped at the same time. The two kids are dead. Harry killed them.

Sometimes I hate myself for being who I am. Days passed and I was nearly at the edge of losing him forever. It’s hardly few days we all graduate and depart. I won’t say I still want him but I never want to lose him. This confusion of what I really want was killing me. In all the chaos, an unexpected thing happen. The thing that left me shattered. That left my family and Harry’s family devastated. Granny’s death. It happened all of a sudden. I thought she would live for more years or months or even days. But I was wrong. I was disheartened and more than everyone, Harry was broken. It was unbelievable to him that the person whom he loves the most, had gone. Though we all knew it would happen w

Apologies to you your Majesty! I'm sorry for not telling you all this You know you were busy and I was supposed to report that to you my lord please pardon my manners sire Well it was revealed to me by the gods and I was told that he was killed by a wicked sorcerer and she casts a poisonous spell that almost eat up his whole body But he couldn't be able to survive a little bit of it Even, many physicians came and tried their best but couldn't cure him So that was how he died It's strange, honestly, I think this is a way the gods want to destroy his life, kill him too and I believe that the gods want to punish him for his bad and bad deeds

He took me in his arms, pressed the muzzle of the gun to my temple. "All of you will rot along with me and her," he yelled at the policemen. He loaded his gun, I closed my eyes, I saw my whole life go through my mind in a matter of seconds. I would die, this time if I would. My tears fell. I could hear Max's desperate cries at not being able to do anything. I heard a loud detonation, I clasped my eyes as much as I could, but I felt that Oliver's arms were leaving me, I opened my eyes and saw Oliver's body collapse, in his head there was a large hole, you could see small pieces of his brain mass on the floor. I turned to look to the sides, the lights of the patrol cars blinded me, I ju

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

His eyes, once filled with malicious intent, now reflected pure terror. Harry emerged from the shadows, holding a gleaming dagger. He brought it to us, the three Lucas family members, and spoke with a chilling calmness. "Shall I do it, or will one of you?" His words were harsh, but we understood the gravity behind them. Firstly, Roy had to die; otherwise, this nightmare would never end. Secondly, despite everything, Roy was our family, and Harry respected our decision in this final moment.

Then, she started sobbing. Charles hugged her back. “I know. I know.” Charles thought about how crazy this must feel for her coming out of a joyful event of a milestone they had. But in Margaret’s head, although she is very saddened by the death of a friend, all she was thinking about was how Albert must’ve been feeling that moment. She was not unaware of the fact that they were having fun leading up to yesterday, so to her, he must be experiencing the heaviest loss there is. GD, who gave Charles the water, was stood in a distance when he called both of them inside for the interrogations.

“What’s wrong?” I opened my mouth. A sound came out—half sob, half scream. “Sharon—talk to me.” “They’re dead,” I choked. “Sandra—she—she killed them. Last night. I heard glass break, I went to the nursery, the cribs were empty, she had them, she dropped Daenerys, she dropped Daemon, I caught him but Daenerys hit the floor, there was blood, so much blood, Morris—” “Sharon—slow down.” His voice sharpened. “Where are you?”