Silencio Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

He holds his silence for a long moment, looking at me with eyes that I can't read or understand, reminding me that I am blind to what he doesn't say. He is stoic—an enigma. “W–” “Silence,” he cuts me off. “I want silence.”

I shout his name, but my human voice is not loud enough to go above the mighty growls and howls going on around us. "Thor!... Eric!..." I continue to shout. Where the hell is Eric!? Where are his men? His uncles? "The witch looks at me again for what seems to be the last time, smiles, and raises her hands higher in the air. The waves surge forward just as I feel the ground shift under my feet, and then it stables almost immediately. Or should I say everything becomes unusually quiet? No growls. No howls. No hoots. It seems as if the spell she cast was for us all to go mute, but to what end? I wonder

Not a single word was spoken, no questions asked, and no noise disturbed the heavy silence that hung in the air. Just like that, Kyle's performance came to a halt as he took Clover out of the hall.

You could enlarge the wound you are trying to heal" Narek warning voice came out low and menacing, I gulped down nothing. He stood straight and clapped his hands, "Now the spell. Hespanon scruth van thowar zum" The words rolled out of his lips with ease, he was so good with spells, I admired it. "Now before you all say it, notice the way the first word come out. Hespanon, the first letter 'H' is silent, don't forget that. With that being said, let me hear it" he added, referring to the spell he just taught us about.

"In books I have travelled,not only to other worlds, but into my own " I abruptly slammed the brakes . Samuel got up with a start from the backseat and Scar continued with her rhyme "Jingle bells, umbridge smells, losers go away. Draco's hot Voldemorts not, Hogwarts all the way hey!!" Sam and me turned our heads towards scar simultaneously. We looked at her for a while , she stopped singing and Sam was the first to break the silence

The house was quiet in a way that felt intentional. Not peaceful. Not calm. Curated. Jordan Elaine stood at the kitchen sink, fingers wrapped around the porcelain edge, staring at her reflection in the darkened window. Outside, the city glowed faintly, and distant headlights, muted sirens, the hum of a world that never slept. Inside, there was only silence. The kind that pressed against her chest until breathing felt like effort. She had learned, over time, not to fill it.

A ball of pure darkness formed between his hands. Ronan flicked the fingers of one hand, and the ball expanded until it filled the hallway, wrapping around each of us in turn. The vampire woman grinned at me as I stared wide eyed at what could only be vampire magic. “It’ll keep us hidden,” she whispered to me. “So long as we’re good and quiet.” I nodded my understanding. As Ronan had pointed out, I didn’t have much choice but to be quiet. But I was careful where I stepped anyway. I couldn’t talk but I could still step on a creaky board.

His pack was raided and almost completely wiped out when he turned twelve and since then, Skylar’s father had taken them in. Soon as he reached the doorway to the dining hall, Skylar’s eyes scanned the large room, not looking for anyone in particular. It just became a habit. “He's not here.” Skylar felt his wolf, Kylo, roll his eyes on him while growling low and highly irritated. “I wasn't looking for that deaf,” Skylar retorted. “Did I say who it was?” Kylo sniggered on him then curled up for a nap.

The temperature in the room had plummeted to a freezing void, frost climbing up the cinderblock walls. "SILENCE," Silas commanded. The Word wasn't spoken; it was dropped into the room like an anvil. The sheer metaphysical weight of the command slammed into Elias. It was designed to crush the Fire Hero’s vocal cords, to lock his mind in a state of permanent, muted obedience so he could never warn Jack about the spy in their ranks. Elias’s head was forced down, the chains rattling violently against the floor. Blood began to drip from his nose, his eyes squeezing shut against the agonizing pressure of Silas’s Word Magic.