Voldemort Deathly Hallows Novels & Stories

Lady Wolferly and Lord Haymitch both succumbed to their illness before they turned twenty-seven. The next section detailed their illness in bold bullet points. Hysteria. Weakness. Rage. Pneumonia. Delusions. I swallowed thickly. None of that seemed pleasant in any way. I flipped the next page of the book and came across another name. Widen Lunerly. He must’ve been a relative of Valentin’s. His fate was the same as Ellis’s. One fated mate and another that made itself known later in life. He was twenty when he died. The same symptoms were bulleted below his outcome.

Professor snapes said with a smile as Gao Yu kept mute. “Anyway I called you for something, how did you learn the second verse of the ritual recitation?” Professor snapes asked. “I Don’t know, I found out I know it when you started reciting it” Gao Yu said nothing but the truth. “I see, you are really among the children involved in the ritual years ago, why must my little sister die though? Professor snapes said smiling as a drop of tear dropped down his eyes, his little sister has been among those affected by the ritual, she was the very last person he could call a close family, she was six when the ritual took place, he can still remember how the little girl shivered after reciting the rit

She laid there helplessly. In the meantime, Phil, who came through the portal, saw Becca’s body on the ground. He got here from Becca’s house, but he was too late. He examined the body, to see whether she was really dead or not. When he couldn’t feel her breathing anymore, he chuckled and said, “Well, it’s better you are dead. If I didn’t get the potion, no one else should have either.” He further spoke, pulling a few strands of Becca’s hair behind her back. “Becca Hertford died with the potion to save the love of her life. Rot in hell.” With that, he returned to the vampire world.

The smell of lilies was always the first thing to return. It was the scent of my own funeral, a cloying sweetness that made me want to gag. I opened my eyes and didn't move. I didn't breathe. I just counted the cracks in the gold-leaf ceiling of the ducal bedchamber. One, two, three... I knew them all. I had memorized them while gasping my last breath in Life Four. I had stared at them while my vision went black in Life Seven.

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.

I feel the burning of the knife in my back. "I have saved your life, and you do this to me. It is shameful that you are such a fool. My spell will not die with me. You have to stand your death sentence. You will die with me here tonight. It is a very powerful spouse, and it cannot be removed unless I do it, and I won't do it cause you put a knife in my back," I say. I know I am dying slowly, but so is my murderer. I close my eyes, and I know I will feel no peace. I know there is no good place where dark witches can go. I also know that Harry will end up where I will be because we are not good creatures. We will end up in hell with all the dark gods. I do not know if I am happy or sad. I hear

Vincent said begrudgingly, and his adorable face turned red from anger. He whipped out the magic wand that Zayn bought for him as a souvenir from Universal Studios. Vincent snarled, "I'm going to use Avada Kedavra on Bad Daddy!" Larissa didn't know what to say. "That's it," she thought. Avada Kedavra was the strongest spell. Vincent had always used harmless tools like the Crawly Dust or Burpy Dust to prank others. But if he intended to use Avada Kedavra, he must've been pissed.

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

That the body pain swiftly begins to subside. ‘He is in pain because of the magic’s side effects, but other than that there is nothing to worry, he is completely fine. He’ll wake up soon’ they again mentioned magic, and it sparked to me, all the memory of the day played like a movie in front of my eyes in fast pace, Uncle Victor was killed by witches, than they attacked me and I was dying, almost near to death when my body was covered by Lilith, and my heart begin racing, does it mean she took away the final magic blow of my death on her.

Aurora's POV By dawn, the underworld knew. It moved the way rot spreads through wood — silent, fast, irreversible. Viktor Hale was dead. Not missing, not arrested, not vanished. Dead. Killed on his own dock, on his knees, by a woman. Rumor sharpened the details with every retelling, but the core never changed: the cages had lost their master. And something worse had taken his place.