Voldemort Deathly Hallows Part 2 소설 & 이야기

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.

My contents are shattered, and expanded bits of chaos, and my pot got dented and can’t be used in the same way. My life will never return to what it was, even if I go back. I can’t undo the hurt. I can’t fix the unfixable, and I already lost Jyeon, my entire reason for existing in that world. I don’t know if he tried to kill me or if all of this is a freak act of fate in a bid to make me start over and find my wings, but I know one thing for sure. Sohla Park died that night. Everything about me that I accepted as my fate was ripped away.

"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.

"Hmm… Mr. Dante!" I said and felt delighted to see him. "I heard the news that you were able to survive a quest that was ranked S-tier, I still can’t believe it, although you've changed a lot that I almost didn't recognize you. I was kinda embarrassed at his statement since Mr. Dante was the vice-commander of Deathly Hallows, a famous group composed mostly of A-tier challengers. He tried to recruit me once as a runner during their raid, only that the commander opposed it so it didn't actually happen.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:12 AM Erik commented and continued to watch, as an eerie and raspy voice ordered Quirrel to 'use the boy'. Quirrell then ordered the boy to look at the mirror. Mr. Potter then stood in front of the mirror and Erik paused again. He quickly positioned himself behind the boy and 'unpaused' the memory. He watched as the boy's reflection took a red ruby-like stone from its pants' pocket, showed it to him, gave him a wink and put the stone back in the pocket. Mr. Potter then, as sneaky as an elephant in a china store could be, checked his pocket and noticed the bulge in it. But the stupid professor didn't seem to notice.

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.

“And we have magical reinforcements, many of which will be on their way here shortly. Witches with skills in healing and warding. They will help secure this location.” “That’s good. Look,” Rohan ran his hand through his hair. “We found two… zombies,” he didn’t like using the word. “Wandering around the houses. These ones were more… like people. We secured them. You said that you have a cure?” “Me,” Harry said with a smile. “I believe I am the cure.” “Thank you, Harry,” Talen said with a slight nod of his head. “The vampire blood of my line is a cure for this disease, and Harry is one of my children.”

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.