Splinching Harry Potter Novels & Stories

For eight years, I and my two kid sisters together with my mother suffered hell, my mother had been compelled to look for a cleaning job in a Backery here in Scotswood, Newcastle shortly after my dad passed away, we also moved to a small apartment which my mom could afford the rent. We had been compelled to go into the new apartment one year after the demise of my dad, we were forcefully move out of our apartment. Feeding became a challenge, all my father's investment were claimed by a strange woman who had proven to be the next of kin to my father, she claimed all his investments and properties. My mom told us how that the lady by the name kate was to get married to my dad, but that she was

He growled loudly, letting the blood flood his face as he raised the body and tossed it to the back. Two men went forward. The first one dug its claws into Alpha Harry’s back. Alpha Harry winced in pain, but he used his right leg to sweep him off his feet, dug his nails into his chest, and clawed out his heart, while he stopped the other man by holding his neck and dragging out his tongue. He shoved his arm through his stomach and dragged out his intestines. The rest of the men scurried off, all scared of Alpha Harry, and by that time, they had already taken Lord Potter out of the scene.

My hands moved on my instincts as I pulled my hands backward, protecting the urn at any cost. But, Harry, driven by rage and annoyance, snatched the urn from my hands. "Harry, no!" I screamed, but it was too late. With a cynical laugh, Harry threw the urn against the stone walkway. The ceramic shattered into a thousand jagged teeth, and a cloud of grey dust scattered into the wind, coating the hem of Harry’s polished shoes.

Liliana Harry said nothing. Instead, he turned and walked to his backpack, crouching beside it as he rifled through the contents. I tried again to push myself up, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. I was too dizzy, I watched him pull out a large plastic container, orange and square shaped, the kind used for cleaning fluid or motor oil. My stomach twisted with dread. “No,” I whispered.

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

He bit my chest with his mouth through the clothes, and I screamed in pain. In a panic, I noticed a white round pillar standing next to the bed, and a crystal flower pot was placed on the pillar.So I hooked the pillar hard with my feet to tilt it in my direction.I freed up one hand to grab the crystal flowerpot, and while Hagrid was not paying attention, I smashed the flowerpot hard at Hagrid's head. When I hit him for the first time, Hagrid was stunned. He raised his head and looked around, as if looking for something to hit his head.So my hand smashed hard behind him again, twice, and three times in a row.

I don't know why that causes my stomach to drop and twist. "You think just because something isn't right, it's wrong." Another bone cracks, and this time Harry is on all fours. "You have no idea what I have done for this pack." A growl escapes him, and my hands turn clammy. "You think you're doing the right thing, but just take a look at yourself." Cracking sounds tear through the air as Harry's clothes start to rip off his skin. "You brought in a troupe to fight the so-called people that you want to save." He howls as fur starts to cover his skin.

I don't know what it was meant to do but it slowed me down. "Stay close to him, he'll get unconscious now!" I heard a voice say from behind. The potion was meant to make me fall unconscious so it would be easier to capture me but since I was a fan of sorcery too, I was stubborn. I sneezed out the potion and got angrier but some had already gotten in my eye, which made my vision blurry. I didn't mind that I could not see. I got a hold of the first person I sensed with my left hand, and got hold of the other with my right and clapped their head against each other. Their heads popped like I snatched watermelons to the ground

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.