Bridge In Harry Potter Novels & Stories

The one tower in the middle looks bigger than the rest and glistens brighter under the moon. “ Is that the castle? ” I whisper. “ Yes, that’s your prison. ” The man chuckles. I snap out of my awed trance and stare at his back. What does this mean really? I don’t ask and follow him silently. The beautiful castle keeps grabbing my attention before it gets diverted to the glass, black bridge that leads to it. Water surrounds the bridge on both sides, and it’s as dark as the glass. Black water? What is this? An illusion?

"Daisy, your magic is much more powerful than you realize. And when your magic combined with Noah's werewolf bloodline, it created something very rare." "What kind of rare?" I asked nervously. "Gabriel isn't just a hybrid," Luna said. "He's what's called a Bridge Child." "A Bridge Child?" Nick repeated. "A child born with the ability to permanently connect the werewolf and witch worlds," Luna explained. "There's only been one other Bridge Child in the last thousand years." I felt my heart stop. "What happened to the other one?" Luna's face became sad. "Both the werewolves and the witches fought over him. In the end, the fighting killed him before he could fulfill his destiny."

A deep inhale filled me with the sweet scent of earth, reminding me so much of Liam I almost wept. Shaylee was going to ruin me. Incredibly green grass and a carpet of multi-hued flowers lined the path as we turned in a slow bend to the right, heading for the river. A tall, elaborately curved bridge, spiraling white and gold metal with a base of polished stone, connected the two banks. I half expected a herd of unicorns to trot by and snorted at the idea. Then again, I'd met dragons, hadn't I? Best not to laugh when I didn't know what to expect.

The white carpet had no light to reflect, and so may as well have been dark gray. When they reached the outskirts of the village of East Haddam, they slowed their pace. This was the trickiest part of their journey—crossing the bridge that spanned the river. The odd-looking bridge was half metal swing bridge and half arched steel span, giving it two distinct shapes. The girders of the immovable section curved up in a graceful arch, while the swinging section rose to a triangular point many feet higher than its cousin.

But then, as if responding to our defiance, the shadows parted, revealing a narrow, precarious bridge made of shimmering light. "Is it a trap?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Probably," Minseok replied, his gaze fixed on the bridge. "But it's also the only path we've got." With a shared glance, we stepped onto the bridge, the light beneath our feet flickering with each step. The oppressive energy around us seemed to intensify, the air crackling with static. The shadows surged on either side, but they didn't cross the bridge, as though held back by an unseen force.

The air grew colder, and the silence was broken only by the sound of their own ragged breaths. After what felt like an eternity, they reached a vast chasm that yawned before them. A narrow bridge, barely wide enough for a single person, spanned the chasm, leading to a cavern on the other side. The bridge itself seemed to be carved from a luminous crystal, pulsating with a faint, otherworldly energy. Evie stared at the bridge, a knot of fear tightening in her stomach. The inscription hadn't mentioned a bridge. Was this part of the path, or a trap?

My back burned as I hit the splintered wood, but I forced myself up. We were already outside at this point. Everyone was. The battle was very tough, and it was too early to speak about who would come out victorious. Bridge was breathing heavily now. His magic was powerful, but it was draining him too. I could see it in his stance, the slight shake in his fingers. This was my chance. I pushed forward, dodging another magic blast at the last second. Bridge’s eyes widened as I closed the distance between us in an instant. I grabbed him by the throat.

He saw that we were out. He looked at me, and I saw the finality in his gaze. He raised his sword and slammed it into the center of the bridge, the iron-reinforced stone cracking under the force of his Alpha-power. "NO!" I shrieked. The bridge exploded. I watched as the obsidian stone fell into the churning, black waters of the river, taking the Void-Wolves and the crimson fire with it. Jackson let out a roar of fury that shook the mountains, his shadow reaching for the edge of the chasm, but the water of the River of Shadows was a barrier even he couldn't cross yet.

Julian didn’t look up. He fed another twig into the fire, watching it catch. “We need to stay sharp,” he murmured. “Lazarus wasn’t exactly sure what happens on the bridge.” He sat back on his heels, eyes narrowing at the thought. “Said not many have made it across… and if they did, they didn’t come back.” A pause. “The bridge is hexed. Designed to keep people from traveling further. To protect what’s beyond. To trap what’s already crossed.”

Sorcerer was right behind me running with me. As she saw us running through the bridge, she pointed her two arms at us casting the spell, "EXPECTO-PATRONUM!". Then a wide range of wind started to chase ur through the bridge. It was pretty faster than we were. It almost reach the sorcerer but he pointed his stalf at the wind and casted the spell, "ANAPNEO!!". suddenly another wind arose right under the bridge and collapse with the one behind us. We made it out of the bridge then looked back, and we saw the witch to be very angry. She couldn't pass through the bridge because those strong winds have damaged it.