Saddest Harry Potter Headcanons Novels & Stories

― 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.

Thud! She threw her phone away and it hit the wall. She sobbed on her knees and started to cry. She didn't want to see again the stuff that linked to her. And even how many times she cried, her tears were all wasted. Nothing would happen if she let those people put her down. "Hirre...Stop crying." Harsha spoke and she tried to comfort Hirre from this sadness. "Harsha...I-I don't know what will I do? What if they are right? W-what if Severus didn't give his care about us? Snifff..." Hirre asked her wolf who also thought the same way as her.

“This is far beyond anything that words can fix. Do you understand the damage that you have done in seeking to maximize your appearance as hero to the supernatural rather than act like one? This all stems back to the decision by you to let this war happen, rather than to grind it out the moment that it started. And then to stand by whilst the Van Helsings occupied this land, so that when you stepped forth it would be to grand effect. You have sacrificed members of your pack, to whom you owe service, in the pursuit of glory. And now, your followers have destroyed my sibling and their mate in seeking you out.” “Sigrid… Can’t… Breathe,” he gripped at her hand, seeking to drag her thumb back and

I stood up immediately. - He wants to talk to you too. I walked hurriedly into the room to find David with a quiet smile on his lips. - What did you two talk about? - I asked when I saw Damien closing the door and standing next to me. - Man talk. - He replied and continued to smile. I smiled back, feeling silly. - You're still a boy, David Souza. - Many boys have already become kings at my age. Harry Potter faced serious drama at the age of fourteen in Goblet of Fire.

I wonder if I could get my hands on some alcohol, a little gin could loosen up anyone. He walked back to the door steadily then glanced back at me. “I came to tell you so when they finally came to get you, you’d already know what it’s all about. ” Harry disappeared leaving me in my worry, then the tears fell I couldn’t control it any longer. I slumped at the base of my bed crying my eyes out. I was going to die here, just like my sister, and no one would care. ∞

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.

Or worse, what if they're that crazy to throw me in a pool of piranhas or alligators? Maybe I was losing my mind. Nobody could blame me anyway. I had reasons to go coo-coo anyway. My mom died when I was young, daddy was never nice, loan sharks were after me, and I was left with no choice but to stay at this Hogwarts copycat. Not to mention the lady whom Uncle George called the head mistress looked like that lady who can shift into a cat. I'd never seen the movie, just a few clips Jessy was so obsessed about. Well I wished there would be a real-life Malfoy in this place. That would be awesome. I took in some air while trying to wash away the eerie feeling that's enveloping me before I forced

Knowing that he had 'killed' them and sacrificed them for the welfare of the clan—Alban actually regretted it. He didn't know whether those who disappeared were the ones who were truly at fault, or if they were forced to betray the clan. He was very disappointed in himself for years afterwards, until now. "The Philosopher's Stone could have taken something very precious to me, Harriet. You, or our babies… just to give me my heart back. And no one knows what the consequences will be until after the request is granted," explained Liam softly. However, the disappointment in Harriet's eyes had not faded.

"Now, about how Mr. Potter almost became a Horcrux. My theory is that Tom Riddle's soul was already really unstable at that point due to the other minimal amount of two Horcruxes that he had already made, and he had prepared himself to craft another one that night. After the cold blood murder of two people and the rebound of the killing curse, a piece of his soul dislodged and searched for the nearest magically strong host to take root. It then went to Mr. Potter and tried to root itself in the baby, but his mother's protection kept it at bay. The fact that Mr. Potter had headaches in the presence of the possessed Professor Quirrel, or when he touched him during the last confrontation for th

"I guess it's my karma for being a coward... Can you imagine? Can you imagine if one day they have a child? If Emma were his? Those are the kinds of things I think about all the time..." "Please don't say it out loud, Harry..." Anguish swelled in his chest. By telling someone, it was as if he had broken the spell Deanna had over him. Hearing those absurd words spoken and realizing he had no way to make them real. His throat tightened for a moment, trying to hold back tears.