Voldemort Deathly Hallows Part 2 Novels & Stories

"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.

Dumbledore made a pause while some students passed by them, and continued talking. "I did it. The young Death Eater became my spy into the Dark Lord people, and I warned the couples about how the Dark Lord was after them and their babies. They, then, went into hiding. They even put their hiding houses under the Fidelius charm. By the Halloween of 1981, the Dark Lord had made his choice of who was the 'chosen one', and with the help of the treason of their secret keeper, he attacked the Potters' hiding house. The result of it is already well known. The couple got killed, while the baby managed to survive and rebound the killing curse back to its caster with only a wound in the shape of a ligh

“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.”

It was quite laughable that the dark lord had a pet tiger who had a nanny. I stopped on the stone surface, rooted to the spot. The horror of last night returned. It was the place. The sound of the gunshot came back, reverberating at the back of my head, the image of Leo on the carcass flashed and the hard icy gaze on the dark lord.

"What is it?" "A woman was found dead," Draco said. "A witch." Mitch frowned. "How did she die?" "Bitemarks were found on her neck," Draco replied. "Vampire." "Vampire." Mitch agreed. "What was the time of her death?" "Late last night or early this morning," Draco said. He took another drink. "I have never seen anything like that. Every single drop of her blood was gone..." he placed a glass cup on the table. "I have sent you copies of the pictures from the scene... drink something before you view them."

The Dark Lord's eyes went wide with shock and agony as he stumbled backwards, screaming in pain. The sky itself seemed to respond to his demise, unleashing a torrent of rain as the Dark Lord's body began to vanish into nothingness. The vampires around him cowered in fear, retreating in disarray as their master met his end.

“I can’t lose. I have your mate. I can’t…” Diana springs up towards him, her teeth sinking in his throat. This is it, the day it all ends. I am about to celebrate when my eye catches a glimpse of the bubble. He managed to break the bubble containing the men with his wand before I severed his body from his head. Damn it!

A voice slid through my bones without touching my ears. “You were not supposed to do that.” My heart slammed against my ribs. Slowly, I turned. Nothing. Only darkness. The cold faded, but my nerves refused to settle. “That is enough horror for one night,” I muttered. I looked down. The Death card now sat in the exact center of the table. I had not put it there. The ink shifted. The word DEATH thinned and dissolved like smoke. New letters formed, slow and deliberate, as if written by an unseen hand.

It was a wooden dagger. “No!” I cried out and looked at Harry and the Physician “We are sorry. It was too late.” The physician said, “What happened, Harry!” I yelled with desperation, curiosity and shock. “Tell me!” I screamed and gripped the front of his chest. “He was last seen with Vladimir,” Harry confessed and my body vibrated with shock. “Vladimir? He will never do that.” I interjected immediately. He will never do that. He can not be the one who kills Father. He has served him for a good four years. Why would he?

I’ve seen what happens when the transformation goes wrong once. It’s not living. It’s suffering. I swallow hard. "Where is he now?" Ellie’s hands shake as she wipes at her face. "He’s dead." A slow, heavy beat passes before she speaks again. "Two days ago, he was killed." A strange feeling creeps up my spine. "By who?" Her gaze lifts to mine, raw with pain. "A Vampire. He was blonde and...regal. He somehow knew me and he had..." She swallows hard. "He had...a wolf puppet."