Abracadabra Harry Potter Novels & Stories

She stands up and stretches, before rubbing her wrists and then she walks over to her bag on the floor and pulls out her book of spells. Always Standing next to her, I watch her constantly as she prepares for the spell and then starts to speak. “Hear me now. Let what has been done, be undone, and made right. Shall the spell be broken, and no harm come to them.” The minute she says the words, I hear Arabella’s voice. “They are waking up!” She exclaims.

Harold releases her. "Hahahaha. What shitty luck is this? First your daughter, now you." She scoffs and Continues with scorn and mockery. "Do your worst grandpa dearest. After all this is not the first time I have gone through this." Harold is visibly enraged and unleashes the paralysis spell. I rush in to dispel it but a fraction of it hit her. She howls in pain and passes out. I am beside myself with anger. I take out my staff and strike the Wizard. He stumbles, raises his wand then disappears.

A possibility that could lead me to my freedom. I stood up, dusted my clothes, and walked towards the shelves, flinching every time my head throbbed. My eyes squinted at the endless rows of glass bottles, all filled with liquid; potions of various colors and consistency. Whoever this wizard is, his collection of potions are very impressive. Some of the bottles were clearly labeled, love potion, flying potion, summoning potion, super strength potion while others had scribbles that were barely legible.

“Johnny get your wrinkly self over here, your stupid bell is not working again!” Icahbod frowed. “Is a woman bearing the name Johnny in this century?” “No, why would you ask that?” “You said we were coming to meet a woman.” “Oh yea, he is the one who will bring her to us, she is his daughter but you have to see the father first.” “Oh, ok.” Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter.

Her hair was lank and lusterless, falling around her like strings of rotting straw. A cauldron bubbled slowly in the corner, leaving off the most infernal and rancid vapors. Bits of frogs’ legs, bat wings and eyes of newt were scattered around the floor of the cave. Her lupine eyes, savage and cunning, only came to life when she muttered certain arcane words from a spell. They perched above her hawkish and hooked nose. From it sprang the most preposterous wart. It was at least the size of a saucer. It would have been funny if the scene wasn’t so Stoker-esque.

I stormed to the front door and shouted, "Nova! Get in here fast!" Nova ran inside and froze on the threshold of the room where Harriet lay. Tears fell down her cheeks, then she stepped closer to Harriet and gently lifted her head. Her hands were trembling, but she still summoned the strength needed to cast the healing spell. Harriet's wound started to heal, and a moment later, the witch opened her eyes. Nova gasped and wept softly, "I'm so sorry, Harriet... I should have known that something was wrong when you didn't show up for so long."

Another said, and they chuckled irritatingly. Serena and I went up the stairs stealthily, and were surprised when we came to a kind of library, with lots of potions, on different shelves. “Lucas.” Serena called my name, moving to one immediately. I followed her, and saw a potion as clear as water. “As visible as air.” I read, and looked at Serena. It was an invisibility potion.“It wasn't a dream. I had really seen a scary creature over me. Thinking back on it, it was a hag. The old baggage used the potion, so we wouldn't see her.” She spat venomously, and we took the potion.

Far down the pass, an explosion ripped through the snow, and the air filled with the scent of scorched flesh. From the smoke, more figures emerged — but these weren’t Bloodforged. They were guild fighters. Harlow was at the front, sabers gleaming. “Step away from him!” Varrow’s smirk didn’t falter. “Ah. The cavalry.” In the chaos that followed, Killian caught a flash of Daryl’s hand — slipping something small and dark into Varrow’s pocket before stepping back. A seed of magic. Timed magic. Killian realised it just as Varrow’s cloak flared, blocking his sight — and when it dropped again, both Varrow and Daryl were gone.

[*Polyjuice is a potion that appears in Harry Potter Movie, allows the drinker to assume the form of someone else] Dylan flinched. “How do you know the name?” "What?" “That prince called this potion as Polyjuice. But how...?” "Really? Well, I thought I heard him mumbling... about this before. I... don't know." I argued. I can't tell Dylan that the author of this damn novel is plagiarizing the name of a famous potion from a movie, can I? "Don't you need the hair of the person you want to imitate?" “How do you know that too?”

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.