Unspeakables Harry Potter Novels & Stories

They tackled him to the ground, pinning him as Nixon and Canon tore into his body—fur and skin flying in all directions. I watched in silent horror as the life drained from his eyes. His heart stopped beating. His spirit—so dark, so corrupted—began to rise from his body, shimmering with a strange, unnatural light. I looked at Angora, desperately searching her face for confirmation—hoping she saw what I saw. She nodded, her expression grim, confirming my suspicions. His spirit shimmered, then vanished into nothingness, leaving only the cold silence behind. Emory and Liam shifted back to their human forms, breathing heavily. We made our way back to the pack house, exhausted, silent. We showere

Harry asked, his voice low but sharp, demanding the truth. Alex swallowed hard, the lump in his throat making each word a struggle. He took a deep breath and recounted everything—the box, Logan’s transformation, the fire, the chaos, and Rafael’s terrifying fury. Every detail, every moment of uncontrolled power, he relayed with care, aware that Harry’s reaction would be crucial. Harry listened silently, his face darkening as each revelation sank in. His fists clenched briefly, a flash of fear and anger crossing his features, then subsiding under his usual calm authority.

Just as I convinced myself it was a mistake, I heard his thoughts again, clear as day. 'Dad's such a pain. He's always on my case, even on my birthday. Mr. Shaw's way cooler. He gets me whatever I want.' Charles's lips had not moved, not even a twitch, and that was when it hit me. I could read minds. That day was supposed to be a joyous occasion, Charles's tenth birthday. I had gone all out, preparing his favorite dishes and ordering a massive cake, only to be met with that silent rebuke.