Voldemort And Dumbledore Novels & Stories

Riven said, looking at me with unreadable eyes and a straight face that didn't betray his emotions. I noticed then that everyone around was waiting for me to say something. Think, Maeve. Who, who, who? I tried to remember the faces I met at the dinner, what occurred and who interacted with whom... and then a flash appeared. "Sun from Firstfell. He's going to withdraw," I said. "That's the wrongest choice…there's no way he would," Dalia said. "His mother made a fuss about you joining and you're saying he'd withdraw?"

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.”

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.

Thankfully, carpet muffled the sound. And yes, I met Bruce almighty too. I strongly doubt they have anything between them. Bruce actually worships the ground Viktor Anderson walks on. He, too, is from the army, and they were friends there. Their relationship is like of god and his devotee. Like if Viktor Anderson is Voldemort, then Bruce is Bellatrix. You know what I am saying… "Please Leave Ms Davis." I heard Mr. Snobbish say. Huh. Finally! I took my stuff, placed them on my desk and went out for lunch.

"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."

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

"She told me to give it two weeks at max." Anger boiled inside of me. I should have known that she would twist my words and use them against me. "That is not true, Mey." I gave her hand a squeeze. "You are not a conquest. You are my special one, my only one, and I love you, Mey." Mey smiled and her eyes turned soft. "I love you too." * * * “Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love,” Dumbledore says in chapter 35 of The Deathly Hallows when looking at the remains of Voldemort's soul.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.