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Lia clarified "I would like to meet her one day" Harry paused, chuckled and shook his head "My mum?" His hands were on the kitchen counter, his weight leaning it. "My mum's dead" I froze. Harry never talked about his mum and I never saw her. I thought that was because she travelled a lot or maybe because she just doesn't live with Harry and his siblings, I never thought it was because she was dead. "Oh" Lia whispered, staring at him, trying to look into his eyes but he hid his face from her by looking down at his hands, his soft hair falling to his eyes. "I had no idea...I'm so sorry"

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

The light that once danced in her eyes had dimmed, leaving behind a hollow emptiness that broke my heart. Every night, I found myself plagued by nightmares, reliving the horrors of that fateful day when Harry was taken from us. I would wake up drenched in sweat, my heart pounding, the echoes of screams ringing in my ears. It felt like I was losing myself, drowning in a sea of grief and despair.

Harry replied calmly. "What about Felix's death? Don't you feel the slightest remorse, guilt, or even heartbreak?" Henry kept his gaze fixated on Harry's face. However, he didn't detect any of the emotions he'd just mentioned. It surprised him. He had only met Felix several times, yet he still felt upset upon hearing about his death. How did Harry manage to be so indifferent? Could it be that he was already incapable of having such emotions? Harry merely averted his gaze and said flatly, "Even if I feel heartbroken or remorseful, I can't change anything now that things have come to this."

said Astrid wiping the tears on Albus's face. "I'm sorry, Astrid." “It's okay, Albus. I wanted death for a long time because I hated life. When did I start to love life? I never know that I have started to love life itself because Draco comes into my life. Who would have thought that my death would be given by the person I love the most? This is really an irony,” said Astrid, shedding tears and smiling sadly. “I don't know whether you can communicate with The Heart of Magic or not. If The Heart of Magic can synergize with you, who knows miracles happen," said Albus.

Lily asked. “Like Voldemort, he put pieces of his soul into objects so he could live forever. Evil fucking bastard, with his snake head.” Cyrus explained. “So, you’re actually turning Lily’s beautiful story into a kid’s story about a wizzard villain?” His mate April asked, rolling her eyes at her Cyrus. We all laughed. Cyrus always had a movie or song lyric to quote to explain a situation. “It’s not like Harry Potter. You can’t resurrect us using our grandkids.” I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide.

Nobody knows. It was a very hard time, we were at war. Me, Harry, Hermione, Ron and the whole Hogwarts. At war with the one who's name should not be taken. I will though because "Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." Voldemort with his wicked army , stood infront of us. We all were on the battlefield with our wands and brooms ; flying in the air , casting spells on each other. The sky was painted metallic and lighting bolted every ten seconds. We fought until we made the Dark Lord vulnerable and then I stepped forward and swished my wand. "Avada Kedavara!", I spelled out; and the light escaped my wand. It struck him and he collapsed. "Now you are a nobody knows!" (No body

"No good sittin' worryin' abou' it," he said. "What's comin' will come, an' we'll meet it when it does." — Rubeus Hagrid, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy When I thought it could not get any worse, Mey had proved me wrong. Not only had she broke my heart, but she also had it trampled as well. There was nothing left but sadness, bitterness, and utter disappointment.

Professor snapes said with a smile as Gao Yu kept mute. “Anyway I called you for something, how did you learn the second verse of the ritual recitation?” Professor snapes asked. “I Don’t know, I found out I know it when you started reciting it” Gao Yu said nothing but the truth. “I see, you are really among the children involved in the ritual years ago, why must my little sister die though? Professor snapes said smiling as a drop of tear dropped down his eyes, his little sister has been among those affected by the ritual, she was the very last person he could call a close family, she was six when the ritual took place, he can still remember how the little girl shivered after reciting the rit

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.