Splinching Harry Potter Novels & Stories

His lower body splashed into the potion. "Aaaaahhhh..." With Roy's agonizing scream, a smell worse than the potion itself filled the room. The four of us gathered around Ethan, watching as Roy writhed on the ground in pain. Harry, ever observant, pinpointed the source of his agony, and we all looked at Roy's thigh where it connected to his body. Smoke was rising from the area, as if it were slowly decaying, yet his flesh wasn't liquefying but rather slowly disappearing into thin air.

“There is no ‘us’. Never has, never would be. I'd rather be exiled than be with someone like you." "Wrong words." Harry snarled, "You are not giving me much of a choice!" he spun, grabbed a porcelain vase from the nearby shelf - painted with gold moons - and smashed it on the floor. Time stood still. I stared in shock, heart beating fast in my chest. Harry suddenly screamed. “How could you? That was Luna’s collection! Are you insane? Is this supposed to be revenge?” No, no, no, goddess, please no. I dropped to the floor to gather the pieces, but it was too late.

“Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?” “Gryffindor.” Dean smiled at him. “They are courageous, chivalrous and determined. Plus, holy shit, the special effects.” JD laughed and hugged her to him. “I didn’t think that Harry was your type of movie. But I guess the special effects make it your type.” “Yeah. Especially the parts that aren’t done completely CGI. I mean even then; you have your place holders. And of course, there’s a forest named after me.”

He wondered if Harry had some kind of supernatural ability or if there was another explanation for the strange occurrence. Harry sighed in frustration and tried to suppress the pain. He covered one eye with his hand and then opened it again. Instantly, one of Harry's eyes glowed with a fiery yellow hue. He groaned and struck the restroom mirror, causing it to crack. Arlo was startled by the noise and made a sound, alerting Harry to the fact that he was not alone in the restroom. Harry turned and moved closer to Arlo, intending to investigate the source of the noise. However, Arlo reacted much quicker and without making a sound. He swiftly moved to another location just as Harry checked where

, I say sarcasm then says, “I put an alarm on for three hours so when it went off, I could give you another potion but you weren't fully awake when I got you to drink so.” “Oh… thanks! Why is she in your lap?” “She was having a nightmare and I couldn’t wake her up so I pulled her in my lap.”, I state bluntly. “Well, I’m glad she’s sleeping better, anyway want to know something?”, he says then asks. “Sure.” “A name that goes by the last name Sapping is supposed to teach us about Moonshadow’s oath and care of magical creatures along with potions.”, he says. “You said you were supposed to? So what happened?”, I ask, even if I know why.

I raised one brow at her. She made a snotty face at me. "Yes. Please continue." She waved me on. I nodded. "Okay, one day in Spells and Potions, some jackhole was messing with me. The counterspell I threw hit one of his deflection spells and slammed back into me." I could remember that day as if it were preserved on digital.

The texture of his scales leaves indents in my skin, and his breath forces his crib cage to go up and down. Draco flies near the Ghost but it is too late. The spell is starting to run out. I reach my hand out and grab the luna lily from Rosemary. I manage to take it, but the spell that froze her has stopped and she is now after me in her full angered spirit.

Alexander grabbed his collar angrily. “Keep your tone down” Harry removed his hand from him and said splitting fire. “This cheap characterless daughter of yours deserves not one but many slaps. In fact I wanted to kill this slut.” He moved forward and clutched her wrist hard. Her bangles broke due to his harsh treatment causing her to wince in pain. “Harry, you are hurting me”

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

he tries to explain, but I cut him off screaming. "Ink!" I scream as a lorry comes barrelling towards us, ink drops the phone grabbing the wheel screaming, he manages to avoid the lorry but sends the car smashing through the railings and down a huge hill full of trees. I was powerless, all I could do was scream as he somehow avoids the incoming trees, right ahead of us though was a huge rock face. He slams on the brakes but it doesn't do much, he swerved the car around so the rock was on his side, where we smashed into the side of it. Thankfully, the car didn't flip over, I sit there shocked for a second, the thing snapping me out was Amelia hysterically crying.