Unspeakables Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I sank lower into my chair, cheeks burning, clutching my notebook like a shield. I was always late these days. Always distracted. Always trying not to stare at Theo, the quiet boy who sat three rows ahead of me — the one who sometimes smiled at me in passing and made my stomach do little flips. But lately, even Theo couldn’t hold my attention when Professor Black was speaking. “Desire,” Professor Black said, continuing his lecture on nineteenth-century literature, “often exists in the space between what we want and what we’re allowed to have.” His voice was smooth and measured, but there was an edge to it tonight that made my skin prickle.

the reporter says before Kane turns off the sound. “Hey,” Alhora protests. “I want to hear what she says.” “No,” Kane says. His voice is firm, and even Alhora isn’t stupid enough to argue with him. “Why not?” she asks though. “It will just scare you. It’s enough that we know.” He switches the television off and turns to me. “Do you know yet what kind of spell can do that?” “No,” I answer. “I haven’t exactly had any time to do research.”

The casting Unspeakable started to cast a very specific diagnostic. *groan* "Really?" "Really." "Gibbers?" He asked the casting Unspeakable. The cloaked man finished his spell and directed his cloaked face to his superior. "Affirmative for Horcrux." "Bloody Hell. Who is the kid?" The gloved Unspeakable, Buzzer, went to one of the books still on top of the bed and opened it, reading the name written on the front cover's back out loud. "Ginny Weasley."

I swiftly turn around, only to find an empty space devoid of any presence. "Stella, you're becoming afraid of your own shadow," a voice taunts me, echoing through the air. Ignoring the unsettling feeling, I retrieve my soda and pivot to return to my room. Suddenly, an unknown assailant seizes me from behind, covering my nose and mouth with a peculiar-smelling cloth. "I warned you that we would reunite," the voice declares, sending shivers down my spine as I instantly recognize its source. Struggling to resist, I desperately attempt to fend off my attacker, but my limbs refuse to obey my commands. Gradually, the battle becomes futile as my eyelids grow heavy, eventually succumbing to the dark

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

Graham raised her grizzled old voice. “I’m sorry that my use of profanities offends your delicate sensibilities. But this is crap, and you know it. I refuse to tutor this subhuman species that lacks enough neurons to even form a synapse. And I’ll be sure Walters knows that too.” I scoffed, storming out. “Suit yourself, Miss Summers.” I faintly heard Mrs. Graham as I left.

Leath moved the phone away from her and called Piper. "Piper, what is he talking about?" Piper gave her a tablet and her eyes widened when she saw a website that some students made with the sole purpose of exclusive gossip, Weekly Goods, they called it. It was a picture of her and Professor Moreau by the pool, the photographer was skillful enough to bring out a different meaning to the picture when they were just merely talking. "Father, this is not what you think. That professor's up to something—" her father's cold tone cut her sentence off.

said Ava in a taunting tone. " That's not the point, girls shouldn't travel alone. They should always be in packs or at least a duo. " countered Ava. "What the hell do you mean? " asked Mandy, sounding stunned. "Haven't you watched or read Harry Potter Mandy?" inquired Tori. "How is that related? " asked Mandy. " Hermione Granger went to the library alone and got stupefied," said Ava. "Katie bell went to the restroom alone and got cursed," added Tori.

Susanna explained, watching him to hear his reaction about this heartbreaking news. “What? What actually sparked off the odd resolution?” Harry questioned. “You can’t take things to heart like that without being ill. Who can sleep with a serpent in his bed?” He added. He turned sharply to look at her. “What exactly happened?” His face saddened, and he rubbed the bristles on his chin, as if trying to wipe away an unpleasant feeling. He frowned thoughtfully, and then ran his finger through his short black hair, pushing it back from his face. He wasn’t comfortable with this obscure news, his face averted from her, staring out into the morning sun through the window like someone consumed with st

Another said, and they chuckled irritatingly. Serena and I went up the stairs stealthily, and were surprised when we came to a kind of library, with lots of potions, on different shelves. “Lucas.” Serena called my name, moving to one immediately. I followed her, and saw a potion as clear as water. “As visible as air.” I read, and looked at Serena. It was an invisibility potion.“It wasn't a dream. I had really seen a scary creature over me. Thinking back on it, it was a hag. The old baggage used the potion, so we wouldn't see her.” She spat venomously, and we took the potion.