Sectumsempra Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:12 AM Erik commented and continued to watch, as an eerie and raspy voice ordered Quirrel to 'use the boy'. Quirrell then ordered the boy to look at the mirror. Mr. Potter then stood in front of the mirror and Erik paused again. He quickly positioned himself behind the boy and 'unpaused' the memory. He watched as the boy's reflection took a red ruby-like stone from its pants' pocket, showed it to him, gave him a wink and put the stone back in the pocket. Mr. Potter then, as sneaky as an elephant in a china store could be, checked his pocket and noticed the bulge in it. But the stupid professor didn't seem to notice.

She looked somewhat dazed at Harry's calm demeanor and asked, "Why aren't you surprised by any of this?" Before Harry could answer, Selena pointed directly at Emma, "This is all you doing! You set all of this up because you are jealous of me. I should kill you!" Just as Selena was about to pounce on her, Harry promptly stood up to shield Emma, grabbing Selena's wrist tightly and pushing her back, "Security! Get these people out. From now on, they are not allowed in any HJS Corporation's facility." From start to finish, he held onto Emma's hand, adding, "Furthermore, any entertainment company that collaborates with Selena Shirley will be considered an adversary to our HJS."

We reached the base of the spire just as the moon broke through the clouds. And there she was. Headmistress Morwen. She stood at the center of the summoning circle, her silver-streaked hair lifted by the wind, She carried the Obsidian box in her hands. The Key to the Shadow Vault. The one thing that could unleash the Hollow Army, an army of cursed souls bound to the will of its master. Harry stepped from the darkness. His presence warped the air, bending light and shadow. His silver eyes burned, not with triumph, but with something darker.

Harewyn giggled as if remembering the first time they had met. “I’m sorry, no.” He hardly shook his head. He never imagined that he would be a half-blood faerie, and being a demifae ruined everything in his life. But he never regretted finding out the truth. At least he could help to defend faeries and humans against the Empire. “Harewyn, well, welcome back. But I’ll set aside the pleasantries, for now. What about the things you recently discovered?” Rieska asked. They settled themselves on the golden chairs. On the near-end side of the rectangular table, the queen was seated facing Harewyn and Zenus. While nobody paid attention when he chose the center chair on edge, it made him look like t

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

The room was filled with the musty scent of old parchment, a scent that had become comforting to her over the years. Her fingers delicately traced the spines of the scrolls, her sharp eyes scanning each title and inscription. She was looking for something specific, a spell that had eluded her memory for too long. It was a spell that could potentially unlock the secrets she so desperately sought. Isolde watched from the shadows, her keen eyes fixed on Seraphina’s every move. There was a subtle tension in the air, like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike. She couldn’t afford to underestimate Seraphina. If anyone within the coven had the potential to unravel their web of deceit, i

“His mother is one of the mysteries of both this estate and family but the girl servants like to gossip and as much as we discredit most of what they say, there was this one time we had strong suspicions it was correct—a very strong one. A maid, Marina, overheard a conversation between the old patriarch, Mr. Terence Hawthorne, and a cleaner at the office. He was paying her off. Her name was Martha Sterling.” Kallista schooled her expression carefully as she absorbed the information, her mind racing. “Wow,” she murmured. “That's something I guess. Did you ever confirm?” Delia studied her for a long moment. Then, she gave her a small, knowing smile. “If there’s one thing you should know about

CHAPTER ONE People think I am blind, but I'm not. I can clearly see people that I have to close my eyes to avoid what I don't want to see. My father said my vision was a blessing, but I think it's a curse. It's a well-kept secret from my family. I, Samantha Grey, am a seer.

“Now, what did Jonathan write?” “Let’s see. Scepter equals Excalibur. Sword of Gryffindor rules. Mirror of Erised.” I squinted a little as I read the handwritten note. Isis shifted in my lap, turning to look at me, utterly confused. “I’m not sure I understand that. Why does Jonathan go from talking about Excalibur to Harry Potter? I mean, both are British, and Merlin is in both, though obviously only spoken of in Harry Potter.” Isis’s brow was furrowed as she tried to understand that strange way my friend’s mind works.

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.