Silencio Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Images rushed at me, blurry, fast, sharp. He tried to scream. His mouth opened wide, throat straining as panic overtook him. Instantly, I whispered beneath my breath, low and firm: “Silencio.” And just like that, the sound cut out. His mouth still moved frantically, eyes wide with terror, but no sound came out. It was like watching someone trapped behind glass, screaming in a void. I walked behind him, and pressed my fingers at the side of his head. “Show me,” I whispered, letting the power pull me deeper.

She didn't hear Harry give a response, or maybe he did but it was discreet enough. The ride was a long and tense one, the silence was loud—loud enough to overtake all of her thoughts and she hoped her new boss would get off the car so she enjoyed time with her newly made friend, Harry. The unending sighs and complaining voice of Jackson didn't cease to interrupt the silence, how he wanted Harry to drive slowly, how he wanted Harry to not drive slowly and how he loudly wished Calvary would cancel his contract since their perfumes could give him lung cancer.

"We’ve isolated all sound and sigils. No one can hear. No one can trace." "Good." We descended the stairs. The lights buzzed. Harsh fluorescent strips. The walls were grey concrete, reinforced with warded steel. The deeper we went, the heavier the air got. Not just temperature. Weight. Like the building itself knew what was coming. The silence chamber was at the end. A thick steel door, engraved with sigils that ate magic and spit out agony. Xalor opened it with a rune-stone. I stepped in. There they were.

I saw two silhouettes moving towards us before everything went black. -----☆----- I could hear voices speaking but didn't know who they belonged too or what they were saying. I slowly stirred from my sleep and buried my face into the pillow. Wait, a pillow? My eyes immediately flew open and I was surrounded by white walls with pastel flowers painted on them. My hand was connected to an IV tube and the heart monitor was slowly beeping. I immediately knew I was in hospital but how I got there I did not quite know. The voices speaking were coming from outside the door and soon enough the door opened to review Dr. Dave with a clipboard in hand and mum closely behind him.

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I

He stood across from her, calm as ever, dressed in the same midnight armor, dark hair brushing his collar. But something about him had changed. His posture was too relaxed. Too comfortable. Too pleased. And beside him, kneeling on the floor, was Pat. Her head was bowed low. Her hands lay limp in her lap. Like a broken marionette. Jo’s heart thundered. Don stepped closer, clasping his hands behind his back. “You’re probably wondering why you can’t speak.” He smiled. “It’s a spell. A simple one. Puppet’s Silence.” His eyes dragged slowly over her.

Both males sighed, knowing how annoyed Revilla was. As the team approached Viktor's hideout, they moved silently, each step calculated. The plan was to surround the building, cut off any possible escape routes, and then move in swiftly to apprehend Viktor. They knew the layout of the warehouse like the back of their hands, thanks to weeks of surveillance. Eryx signalled for them to take their positions. With night-vision goggles in place, they crept towards the entrance. Suddenly, a commotion broke out. Viktor’s men had spotted them. Shots rang out, and the silent night was filled with chaos.

And he's the one stuck in that boring office so I guess we both struggle every day. Classroom three-two, three-three, ah there it is, classroom three-four... Silence. I freeze as I entered the room. A ghost? A corpse? Shaking the thoughts from my head I move to my desk at the front of the room and place my things down neatly before moving to the lifeless body at the back. As I moved closer, I could hear the music coming from their headphones... All time low. Hmm, they're got good taste in music. A female student?

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

I said quietly, the words leaving my mouth before I fully processed them. They all turned to me. I took a breath. “Are the rooms magic-proof just yet?” “Yes,” one guard replied quickly. “From the inside.” I pursed my lips. “Corvin,” I said. Aiden’s eyes narrowed. “Corvin?” “Her son. My cousin. He has the power of silence,” I explained. “He can muffle sounds completely for a limited period of time. If he were nearby, no one would’ve noticed anything out of place.”