Voldemort And Dumbledore 소설 & 이야기

“Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. Love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves it's own mark. To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.” - J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. ****** Next Day Advika was hesitant from inside yet she smiled at Arunima who fed her breakfast. She knew her whole family was supporting yet she needed to fight her own battles.

I asked, he gave me sarcastic look, I gave him the what did I say look. "That is not Dorothy father, dummy". I glared at him for calling me dummy. "What, that was what your mate called me also, I see no reason why I shouldn't use it on you ". This guy is crazy I thought to myself. "The black wolf is your voldermort, I hope you remember what I mean". He said, before I could process what he just said, he turned back into his brown wolf, my sweeter falls round him and he ran out of the forest without looking back.

The very first time I laid my eyes on him, I never thought I would end up loving someone like him. But everything changed when I met Alec. The chief of vampire council and my mate. My hands were on fists when I woke. I felt like there was something in me that was making me tremble. The images in my head are too clear, I couldn't think of any logical reason for what is happening to me. What did I see? Why did I dream about those events? And it's worth mentioning that it felt so real, that I was really there when all those things happened.

He had invited Rose to stay over on a whim because he certainly did not plan on making any sexual moves tonight. As he had stared at her, he had realized that he did not want the night to end anytime soon; and wanted her to stay. “Voldemort?” Rose hoped he wasn’t trying to say what she thought he was. “Yeah, your fiancé.” Yup, her hunch had been right. “You mean Victor.” Rose dragged out the name; maybe it would help him remember it for next time. “Yeah. What did I say?” “You said ‘Voldemort!’ You can’t just call out any name that starts with a ‘V’ and hope to get it right.”

Lily asked. “Like Voldemort, he put pieces of his soul into objects so he could live forever. Evil fucking bastard, with his snake head.” Cyrus explained. “So, you’re actually turning Lily’s beautiful story into a kid’s story about a wizzard villain?” His mate April asked, rolling her eyes at her Cyrus. We all laughed. Cyrus always had a movie or song lyric to quote to explain a situation. “It’s not like Harry Potter. You can’t resurrect us using our grandkids.” I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide.

The room was full of werewolves, those not sitting around the table stood and watched me stand at the raised stage. “Wait,” I called out. “Before you do anything bloody, can we let this kid go?” They all burst into racuous laughter that had my body burning up from rage or embarrassment. I honestly could not tell which either. Right now, either I die or not, Tina was my priority. “It’s sad I will not be able to see the look on your father’s face when he sees my message regarding you,” the fake Dumbledore said. “Oh, what the hell? We’ve won.”

Then, he quickly followed the vice principal’s lead and folded his robes, placing them on the table beside Wángzǐ. And I'm not going to be coddling you ." Hikaru swallowed hard, not liking the sneer on Wángzǐ’s face or the glint in his dark eyes. Smoothing a sweaty hand down his shirt, Hikaru stumbled the two steps with his wand in hand. Yatagarasu Wángzǐ looked elegant and lethal, a slender figure in black at the other end of the gleaming length of wood. Hikaru may have been responsible for getting rid of Voldemort, but he knew that the man before him was a truly formidable and powerful wizard.

"V-Voldemort." Some staff members flinched at the name. The cold sweat was still pouring off Albus' face, and he talked again. "Tom Marvolo Riddle was the birth name of Lord Voldemort. He was one of my students here in Hogwarts. I was the one that delivered his acceptance letter at the orphanage when he was eleven years old." Albus Dumbledore said with labored breathing. He looked up to Erik, and found him smiling at him. "See? Was it that difficult?"

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

Aeron couldn't help but mutter an expletive as Pelenore's disappearance unfolded. The soldiers wasted no time, taking Aeron captive and ushering him to Voldemort, the ominous ruler of the land. Voldemort stood up, his imposing figure casting a shadow as he approached Aeron. Mockingly, he spoke, "Look what the cat drags to my doorstep. The oh-so-mighty alpha King." He bowed with a smirk, and as he rose, he dealt Aeron a brutal blow, splitting his lips and drawing blood. Voldemort's voice rang out with venom, "You have some balls showing your face here."