Zabini Harry Potter Novels & Stories

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.

Hikari said as the tattoo on his neck disappeared and white dragon revolved around Zeve and Hikari separating Zahit and me from them. I was about to get closer to Zeve when Zahir held my hand. “It’s dangerous, alpha. Please…” “You tell me what the hell is going on here? Who is Zeve? Who are Zeve’s parents?” I asked Zahir. “Who the hell are you?” Zahir lowered his gaze. “Her highness’ mana is out of control. I will answer all your questions, but before that we have to calm her down. Right now, she is emotionally unstable, and emotional instability is the biggest enemy of magic.”

An open fire, bookcases filled with spell books and a drinks cabinet, line the back wall, a vast window on one side and a painting hanging on the other wall with the history of potions on the other. Sitting on the sofa is the rest of my coven. Tobin Adnet has been my right-hand man for most of our time together. He is the best at potions, even a mere drop of something he creates and you are putty in his hands. He had ice blonde hair, a steel expression with a set jaw and broad shoulders. His pale blue eyes add to his intimidating demeanour.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

The casting Unspeakable started to cast a very specific diagnostic. *groan* "Really?" "Really." "Gibbers?" He asked the casting Unspeakable. The cloaked man finished his spell and directed his cloaked face to his superior. "Affirmative for Horcrux." "Bloody Hell. Who is the kid?" The gloved Unspeakable, Buzzer, went to one of the books still on top of the bed and opened it, reading the name written on the front cover's back out loud. "Ginny Weasley."

He must have been able to hear it or something, because the moment it starts, his eyes snap up and lock on mine and I'm frozen in place, both of us staring at one another and waiting for whatever is going to happen next. "Abaddon, do you want to go into the cupboard for a quicky before next class?" Tasha's voice resounds around the corridor and the spell breaks, my gaze flicks to her, finding her watching me with a smirk on her face as she tugs Abaddon towards the large cupboard behind them.

He wouldn’t say no when the whole pack witnessed my win. I looked at Zainab and patted her back, my curly bangs falling over my forehead. I had cut my hair into a chic bob and incorporated maroon highlights in it. “I’m sure. This is the only way I can avoid becoming anyone’s Luna.” Zainab was a year older than me. She had a round baby face, dark brown hair, and cute hazel-green eyes with fair skin. “Being Luna is not that bad you know.” She remarked, biting her lip.

Zeda blinked twice, trying to pull herself back from her thoughts of Lucian. “Debtor?” Vyr questioned, looking from Torvin to Zeda. Torvin flashed his cocky smile and winked at Zeda, who couldn’t help a small, reluctant smile of her own. “Remind me not to get on your bad side, Zeda,” Rylan said, watching the video for a second time. “Like... damn,” Draven drawled. “But how is this possible?” Ava asked, looking perplexed. “A four-elemental Mage? She’s only in her first year.”

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

After guiding her to a small room, Finn gestured for Zobber to sit and wait. Waiting was something Zobber couldn't stand. During her SAT exams, if it weren't for the rule against submitting the test early, she wouldn't have just walked out. Otherwise, she could have scored the highest that year. "Don't waste time. I want to see your head. Take me to him, the guy in the black robe from last time," Zobber said. Her blunt attitude irked Finn. He thought Zobber was too arrogant and contemplated teaching her a lesson with his fists.