Splinching Harry Potter Novels & Stories

The spawn of the evil deceased Dark Lord, ruler of the Underworld. “Hmmm, now where did you hide the little Dark Lord?” He murmured, and the scene changed. Suddenly, a series of loud knocks slammed against the greenhouse door, sharp and abrupt, making Ron yelp and jolt back. The ladle clattered against the edge of the cauldron and the images vanished with a hiss, melting back into a bland swirl of violet mist. Ron groaned, shoulders slumping. Now he had to perform the spell all over again. Just who was it that was ruining his progress? He nearly found out where the Dark Lord was kept when he was a baby.

The torches dimmed, their flames curling inward like they were afraid. And then, silence. Not empty silence. Anticipation. A ripple passed through the chamber, and from the darkness at the end, a figure came in. Harry. His silver eyes shone, not with amusement this time, but with fury. He looked at the circle,at the shattered vial, at the fading glow of the runes. And, slowly, his eyes landed on me. “You broke it,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You dared.” I didn’t move. “I’m not yours.”

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

“Looks like death in a saucepan.” “It’s a component spell,” she said. “It’s like dissolving the glue that holds the pieces together, so that what remains are easier to melt.” “And you want it to dissolve and melt into a foul stinking black goo because…?” Harry looked at her, raising an eyebrow. Behind them, his werewolf had dragged a crate to hold the door open and had begun to carry things in from outside, stacking boxes onto the benches. Harry glanced back at him. “Tell me in a moment, I need to help Jules before that crazy soldier-frat-boy comes and whips our arses.”

The heat from the tea fogged his glasses, making it impossible to see the expression in his eyes. Just as Harry walked in. Crunch! The glass tea cup immediately flew towards Harry and shattered into many pieces right at his feet. This was followed by a powerful voice saying, “Kneel!”

He was using a cane, his hair was totally white and thinning on top, and he had so many wrinkles, even a turkey neck. Santos laughed inside my head, ‘you’re mean.’ “Don’t be so fucking loud then. You can mindlink, so if you don’t want anyone to hear you, just say it inside your fucking head like the rest of us. They took your legs, not your brain, stupid.” Cyrus said, lessening my guilt for mentioning his turkey neck. I growled at Cyrus, but my growl didn’t even impress the old guy anymore. “But what about Harry Potter reminds you of our conversation?” Lily asked.

Lionel Squisshy as he swung that wand, as he kept twirling and twisting it, unblinking his eyes with the two huge zooms, gazing at that wand. “Not even a crack. Not even a ... scratch.” And again he started to spin and twist it. Alexander, who was also close to the three, could not say anything to such an assertion. “I also have such a wand, Mr. Smart.” “No, I have already seen yours. It’s like a branch of a tree barely peeled, rough and full of knots and chips.” Alexander got close to Mr. Lionel Squisshy, with his proud, lofty posture, displayed as every time by this Soimesti little prince.

I don’t like it, or him, and hate that of all the beings on the planet he is the only one I can’t turn into a frog. I turn my attentions to the heap of men thrown uncaringly on the closet floor and mutter an undoing spell towards them. Lifting my palm to a vial around my neck I made for this exact purpose. I yank it free, open the lid and gently blow a little of the dust towards them. Fine sparkling particles like a fine, metallic mist, scatter far and wide around them and they slowly began to stir and disentangle themselves. It takes only seconds for them to begin to get up and come crawling out, completely disorientated, and groaning.

“Trust me, Alex isn’t bad, and enough of the Slytherin bashing. Plus, you’re the one wearing the skin of the humans’ belief in the good mage.” Siobhanny covered her face with her hands and burst into sobs. “How could I’ve been so wrong, prejudiced, fill in your own boring blank?” She peeked up through her — crocodile — tears, and I crossed my arms. “It’s almost like sorcereses haven’t been waging war with mages for centuries or being attacked by wolves.” I snorted. “When were you attacked by a wolve?” Harry’s robes bled into a scarlet hood, when a wicker basket now swung over a slender arm. I gaped at the butthole LLRH, as she slyly studied me back.

Levy walked inside Lily’s room since Logan was worried that she might do something to harm Lily, Levy left the door behind her open. If he wanted to barge in after that then he was free to do it, she wouldn’t stop him from stepping in but she wouldn’t let him go either, with slow and steady steps she walked towards the girl lying on the bed and carefully wrapped her arm behind Lily’s neck and helped her drink the potion that she has been making since five in the morning. Though the ingredients used in the potion were scary the potion itself was very effective for those whose souls have been splinted, it helped the body regain the lost energy and make it compatible with the soul upon realignm