Demelza Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I watched on as Melinda scurried around, looking for the ingredients for her invisibility spell, and she finally came back with a shiny whitish stone that looked like the moon and the sprig of mistletoe. She placed the shiny whitish stone on a concrete structure, and she kept hitting a bigger stone on it until the whitish stone became a powder. "Now, just do as I say, aight…" Melinda whispered into my ears. "Okay," I responded.

Emma was becoming scared of what might happen if Diego finds out that she had escorted the queen out on a picnic. The fact that every thing about him scares her was some thing Emma couldn't get over with. Finally, they got to the castle. Melvin again informed Diego of their return. Diego wasn't too quick to act, he waited for the queen to enter her room, then he was gonna start with his question... Why? "Home sweet home." Mrs Malfoy said, collapsing on the bed. She looked at Emma, "Are you still hungry? I can order the maids to get you some thing to eat."

James asked puzzledly. Daley nodded and said, “Yes. Back then, I was in the midst of a closed-door meditation. However, I sensed that something was extraordinary about this place, and I hurried here to have a look.” He was reminiscing. “This was an abandoned ruin long forgotten by all. As countless years passed, this place has been turned inside out many times. However, when I arrived, there was multicolored water in the hole. Then, an infant slowly floated out of the war. What was magical was that the water disappeared after the infant appeared, and that infant is Melinda. That’s how I know that she’s no ordinary person. All these years, not once have I revealed her true identity. In this w

As if reading my thoughts, Grey spoke up, beginning to introduce me to the girl who stared at me curiously, chewing on her thumb nail, "Ruby, you should get along with my friend Delia. She's super sweet, just like you." "Oh stop," Delia sighed sarcastically, but I wasn't listening because hearing her name made the final mental connection as to where I'd seen her before, snapping into place like a mental puzzle piece. Delia was the dying girl from the dream Angel and I shared, the one with chocolate brown hair and the unforgettable green stare. "What's wrong, Ruby? You look like you've seen a ghost," Grey shook me lightly, bringing me back to reality where everyone was staring at me curiously

Elera staggered back, her pulse hammering. “M…Melinda who?” Cressida’s eyes flickered toward the trembling parrot. The creature’s tiny chest heaved with shallow breaths. “She’s my childhood friend,” Cressida whispered, her voice tight with something that wasn’t quite sorrow, something sharper. “She performed a dark spell years ago. One that went wrong.” Elera’s heart pounded louder. “The Vorem Animis spell?”

She hated being watched, especially by someone hiding in the dark and poking at her inner energy. “Who could that be? Someone from the Bureau of Magic and Healing? The Archmage? Or maybe a spy sent by the Queen Mother or Lady Ava?” Melva muttered as she guided Althea back to the nearest chair. “I only came to bring you some cut fruits,” Melva added quickly.

Rosalind smirked, “I actually do. I helped the dark witches with a little favor, and you, my dear, are going to be my perfect bait to keep my little girl from trying anything stupid.” “Me?” Melinda let out a sharp laugh. If she thought she’d seen Rosalind crazy before—this was an entirely new level of delusion. “I’m not going anywhere with you,” Melinda spat. “If you want her, get her yourself.” “You don’t have a choice.” Rosalind snapped her fingers. “Get her up.” Several witches emerged from the shadows, and the spell pinning Melinda suddenly released. Big mistake. Melinda lunged instantly, dropping to her knees beside Josh’s body. She grabbed the crescent pendant at her neck.

She would protect the world she had helped to build. No matter what the old magic threw at her, she would not break. She was Elif Demir. She was the half-blood's hope. And she was just getting started.

“I wondered when you’d finally come.” I stepped inside, Darius close behind me. “I need to know what’s happening to me. This bond—it’s not natural. She’s done something.” I took out the sculpture and handed it to her. “I want you to tell me who cast this spell on me.” Melisa took the sculpture from me and walked over to the center of her living room. Melisa ran her fingers delicately over the sculpture, her brows furrowing as she examined it. The room was eerily silent, the only sound coming from the faint crackle of her enchanted candles. Darius shifted uncomfortably beside me, but I stayed rooted, my eyes fixed on her.

Instead of a protective barrier, the spell had unleashed something far more sinister. She knows the spell she cast that day was not one of protection at all. In her desperation, Demika had attempted a revealing spell, seeking to unearth the true nature of the creature that had attacked Selena. But as she cast the spell, she was pulled into a vision, a nightmarish realm where the air was thick with malevolence. She remembers the vision she had while attempting to cast the spell—a vision so terrifying that it left her convulsing on the floor, her mind shattered by the sight of the creature that attacked Selena.