Curses Harry Potter Novels & Stories

• When i get inside my house,i make an ice coffee with popcorns to watch Harry Potter. I'm basically obsessed with Harry Potter.Like first of all,how is Tom Riddle so hot? I know he's a Villain and very toxic but if he gave a chance i would take it. Anyway,I call Kayla to check if she's arrived at her house already or not. "Hey Kayla" "Hey wassup"She said with her chirpy cheery tone. "Are you alone?" "Yea why?" "I was talking to Hayden like asking him some questions and now he's mad at me...I don't even know what i did to make him so pissed at me."

His eyes… they might have been the oddest, most wild looking eyes I have ever laid my gaze upon. Ruby red, with strokes of black inside of them, lined with thick dark lashes, accentuated just a bit by dark circles of exhaustion. His face is framed by the blackest hair I have ever seen and despite his human features, something within me KNOWS he is not even close to being a human. He does not give me the chance to keep staring before he drops the bag of coins on the porch and turns on his heels, pulls his hood on and walks away without another word.

All the more it is hard to ignore that calling. I nodded. "And the cure?" "Monkshood. They put it on the wound or drink it if they could even swallow the nasty liquid." she grimaced as though she tasted it herself. But I cannot say, the matters of learning in that forsaken tower of Carale were beyond what I know.

Kiretana interrupted, “She was an actual cow… on a human farm in the White Mountains, and he changed her. When father’s warriors brought him home, their wizard forgot her. Is it a problem?” “Oh, no problem.” The witch sounded unconcerned. “Locatus Bovinus.” Blue swirled in the water, and they saw an image of a beautiful woman standing in the sunshine hanging sheets. Tauran gasped as Daisy stretched her shoulder, then looked around. She was the most perfect female he had ever seen. “Her.” The witch sprinkled colored sand on the mirror in the water, chanted a few more strange words, then poured out the bowl and put it in the tiny bag. She handed him the mirror. “Here, now you can see her at an

I had done my research and all the feedback suggested that he was a great shaman and would help break my curse but hearing him make such a statement, made me doubt for a second why I summoned him in the palace. The candles around us flickered eerily but his expression stayed calm. He was undisturbed by my rage. Too calm for someone I had just shouted at. He didn’t even blink. He stared into an elixir contained in a shabby pot. For a moment, the thought of him being an act crossed my mind but I pushed it aside.

While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident. They said they were mages. Seasoned pro in the game. They gave us the rundown: We were stuck in a horror game. Everyone here? Already dead IRL. The castle had thirty floors. Each floor had its own monster—or monsters. The higher you climbed, the scarier they got. Clear all thirty floors, hit the legendary 9,999 points, and you get a second shot at life. Bonus? A cash prize so massive, you'd never have to work again.

When she noticed Harry reaching for another pour, she cut in and said, "Don't drink too much." Harry waved her concern off and replied, "It's just cider. I won't get drunk off this. Don't worry." Through the earpiece, Giselle's voice chimed in, "Drink less." Harry paused mid-pour, looking sad. Alright then, he wouldn't drink anymore. However, he had already decided to buy a whole stock of this cider later and enjoy it slowly at home. It was a great plan, except he didn't realize he had already walked straight into Cyrus' trap.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.