Voldemort And Dumbledore Novels & Stories

His eyes snapped to me the second I entered. “Selene,” he said, both relieved and nervous. “God, you actually came.” I smirked. “Of course. Better here than stuck with… you-know-who.” I leaned in, dropping my voice to a whisper. “Your favorite customer.” Victor blanched like I’d just said Voldemort. “Don’t say his name,” he muttered, his eyes flicking around like Raphael might materialize from the shadows. “You saw what happened last time. I’ve still got blood stained rags in the storage room from that psycho he took down.”

Lord Voldemort". "Voldemort, i thought he died in the war?" Damon asked Derek. "I'm also confused Derek, Damien killed him but how come he's alive and even got some spys in the school?" Damon replied with a question as confusion was written all over his face. "He didn't die Derek, instead he bacame much stronger and much powerful, he became the over Lord of darkness." Emma replied and her smiled widen. "And I'm sure he's gonna enjoy killing you both."

"How's my sister?" "Sound asleep," Vador replied. "Something is wrong," Aleister said entering the room "Someone is coming," his eyes were now shades of grey "Avan,Emma,go,take Avan with you. Go to Alizon" "The dark witches are back," Vador said his eyes changing color." "That's right," someone replied across the room with her back turned. Immediately Vador was tied to a metal chair and so was Aleister. "How's the dark lord?" She asked turning to face them.

The merciless punisher; anyone who opposed him faced a vicious animal. He was compared to Voldemort in Harry Potter —he who shall not be named or whatever. We all knew it was him behind the attacks, but we could only hope that it wasn’t. After all, hadn’t we convinced ourselves that fear was just a product of our creative minds? I looked over at Lily, who was rocking back and forth. Could she be wrong and misinformed? I pray she is wrong!

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. ~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince. •• Noor sat besides her father, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady beeping of the monitors, a background noise that seemed to dull the white noise within her head.

She looked at him sadly. "He could combust he kept on resisting his wolf...maybe I should..." She said as she walks towards Rain and hugged him, he was finally teary. Then moments later he was growling when he was finally turning, and let his wolf surfaced. Maven kept working on Ranulf's wound, and not the very least affected by the very large wolf who gets onto his bed and snuggled up to his healthy side. It kept on voicing its low pitch sound of sorrow, but Ranulf was not moving. The streaks of white on his wings were getting more visible as he lay still and looking terrifyingly pale.

Nobody knows. It was a very hard time, we were at war. Me, Harry, Hermione, Ron and the whole Hogwarts. At war with the one who's name should not be taken. I will though because "Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." Voldemort with his wicked army , stood infront of us. We all were on the battlefield with our wands and brooms ; flying in the air , casting spells on each other. The sky was painted metallic and lighting bolted every ten seconds. We fought until we made the Dark Lord vulnerable and then I stepped forward and swished my wand. "Avada Kedavara!", I spelled out; and the light escaped my wand. It struck him and he collapsed. "Now you are a nobody knows!" (No body

Their full attention now on Wynter. In a flash like movement, Voldemort lunged at us, grabbing Wynter by her throat. Using his nail, he cut down her shirt, exposing her neck. "GET AWAY FROM HER!" I yelled, attempting to save Wynter.