Voldemort Deathly Hallows Part 2 Novels & Stories

I answered softly, “Have you ever thought of that?” “You want to leave; is that why you chose to kill yourself?” Engel asked. My eyes squinted in confusion. “Where did you get such information that I want to kill myself? Where?” “Conrad claimed he saw you at the balcony about to jump down,” Engel walked to the balcony to check the height. “Do you hate me so much to want to die?” he came back to ask. It wasn’t true that I wanted to jump down from there because I wanted to die; I simply wanted to run away because I was sick of waking up in the same room, over and over again.

Connor's face turned as pale as paper as he collapsed into a chair. I drifted to his side and whispered softly, "Are you satisfied with how this turned out?" … When Connor pried open Vivian's door, she froze for a moment before putting on a concerned expression. "Is there news of Sylvia?" Her voice remained sweet, her eyes still innocent. "She's dead." Connor's tone held no emotion. "Someone hacked off her limbs with a silver dagger, forced wolfsbane down her throat, and tortured her for at least two hours." Tears had already begun to slide down Vivian's cheeks. "No, that's impossible. Connor, don't scare me like that."

Death tells him "Who's that?" He asks "Can I go?" I ask tiredly "It's me, and yeah, your little friend is in your room," Death says "My little friend," "The werewolf," he says At his words, I take off running past him and quickly up the stairs in record time before bursting into my room where she was sitting on my bed covering her ears. "What is with the screaming?" She asks "Sorry," I say before sticking my head out of the door, "Death can we go in your room?!" I ask him

The time had come for Viktor to die. The apprentice heard the insistent buzzing again, a sound that sounded like rusty metal teeth gnawing on bones. The bolt of purely concentrated malevolence struck him squarely and sent him sprawling across the ground. Viktor was the victim of a violent attack that paralyzed him when a series of convulsions shook his body. Foamy saliva gushed from between his clenched teeth. It was as if the veil of mortality had been ripped from his eyes. Viktor Drichey stared at the void annihilator with heart-stopping horror. And that emptiness recognized him as someone of his own.

Haldir’s eyes darted back and forth the street below and spotted a line of vehicles barreling towards them. While a seemingly endless group of people exited the three vans that pulled up to the building, Teddy’s heart fell to his gut as he made out their prisoner. “Oh, shit. They got Oliver.” A tall young wizard who resembled Omar stepped out of the van’s passenger seat and grabbed Oliver by the back of his neck. Oliver pointed to the window where they’d just been, then fell to the ground as Teddy gasped and pulled Tessa closer. “Don’t look, Tess.” The wizard stepped over Oliver’s lifeless body and motioned for his people to follow him inside. Haldir pulled them both close as he saw the hit

Such a fool. She screams at him, begging. She knew what he was about to do and I did too; I had just come to terms with my form of death. And he did it- He pushed me down the stairs and, "Yaraaaaa!!!!" Was the last thing I heard before becoming unconscious.

Due to that, she was the person I loved the most in the world, and she was one of the most painful to lose. I'll never forget the day I saw her death. We were at the park enjoying the warm spring day when she reached out and grabbed my hand. In an instant, the world around me disappeared, and I found myself at the top of the stairs of my home, staring down at Nona's shocked face as she laid on the bottom floor of our home, her head bleeding, her body contorted, and her eyes unseeing.

I want to feel something inside of me beyond this emptiness. “You think I’d let you move on to my brother to ruin his life and happiness the same way you destroyed mine? Over my dead body. You’re poison, Sohla. A dark invasive poison that infects and grows and never lets you go. Once you get into the bloodstream you’re lifelong cancer that can never be fully cured.”

"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.

His body seemed to sag and his voice was weary from all that was going on. The physician shook his head. "The girl chose her poison well. This is Voldemort's root." I stared at him blankly, not understanding what that meant but obviously, the Beta understood and so did my mother as they gasped in disbelief. "What?" My mother gasped. "But that is impossible. Where could she possibly have gotten it?" The physician bowed his head. "From me. She asked me about it this morning when she came to get his medicine. I had totally forgotten about that till now."