Dumbledore's Hand Novels & Stories

'Wise choice', Xanwed remarks, 'He might yet live longer than he has'. He blows out air and holds out his hand, then he flips it in one sudden movement, and a chalice appears in his hand. He repeats the same motion with the other hand and produces another cup filled with wine as well. Blue and orange dust sail around both hands as he hands me a cup and it's hard to rein in my surprise. 'A little trick I've learned of late, if it awes you. The elves did have good magic after all. Combined with the genn, however….' He smiles weakly, and holds up a shaking hand to drink.

The Headmaster halted his steps when he reached his table and he went straight to the shelf hat stood next to it. "ELA EDO CHALICE" He chanted and with a casual flick of his wand, the ancient chalice that sat on his top-shelf flew towards him. It landed on his hand very smoothly and Professor Sonny caressed its intricate pattern with so much care as if it was a lover he was touching. "Hello my dear, are you ready to receive my surprise to you? I brought you someone whom you were probably dying to meet." Professor Sonny whispered next to the ancient chalice. He has this kind of evil grin on his face when he said that clearly showed that the Headmaster was definitely up to something.

Give me your hand," I growled softly and he looked away from me. "Give me your hand now, sir and stop being a stubborn beast. I can smell your blood. You have a deep cut that needs repaired," I mumbled firmly and he huffed and opened his hand palm up at me. I saw the bad injuries and looked up at him with teary eyes. I started removing the pieces of thin glass like porcelain from his flesh and asked Alya for a bowl of water and a rag. I held my hand over his bloody palm and used my magic to force any deeper fragments to the surface while I healed his flesh. Once the water came I washed the remaining blood away. Luric was looking at me admirably but strangely.

"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and the Deathly Hallows * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy I unlocked the door and hold it open so the girls could get in. After having lunch and getting desserts with the girls, I felt bad for leaving Nat alone at home so we had cut our Christmas shopping short and gone home afterward.

Willow shook her head but the crowd applauded even louder. Whistling and cheering could be heard over the clapping noise that rang through the diner. Willow felt sick to her stomach. She wanted to walk away but he held her hand tightly in his firm grip. His sea green eyes stared intensely at her snow white face. Her pink lips pursed into a thin line and her brows furrowed.

Even though I still managed to get a glimpse of what just happened. I saw Theodore, he was on one knee, backing the shrieking witch. His claws drawn out. Dark blood dripping. He was holding the witch’s severed hand. My fangs were in that hand.

It snaked up her sides until when the smoke reached her hands. She cupped the dark substance and pulled it into a ball at her chest. Idris crouched and readied himself to attack the necromancer but I felt my heart beat faster at the sight. The dark necromancer pulled her hands apart then motioned as though she was shaping a black orb then pointed it in Idris's direction. "Noo," My legs began to tremble as I watched.

"Do we have a deal?" Aurel studied me for a long moment. His expression gave away nothing. Then, slowly, he reached across the table and extended his hand. "We have a deal, Lady Lumira." I took his hand. His skin was cool and dry, the grip precise and controlled. When we shook, I felt the faint vibration of his magic against my palm, a current that made my teeth ache.

Hell, there was even foam frothing at his mouth as he stood there, panting. In my mind, my wolf was suddenly scribbling something down on… paper?! And how the hell was she holding a pen with no potable thumbs? It was a weird image, but sure enough, it was happening. She even had on a pair of Dumbledore half-moon glasses and she looked cute! What are you doing? I mentally asked, wondering what kind of freakish acid trip I was on. Writing my will, she replied, not missing a beat. With this lifestyle of yours, I’ll need one soon enough!

“I called you Mr Montgomery in front of Mrs Collins and she questioned me. I don’t think I can handle this any better” “Even if you kept your mouth shut, she would question you. You flinch every time I touch you” “It’s… I’m having a hard time wrapping myself up in all of this! I’m so not used to physical contact and all of this seems like a dream, I don’t know… I’m just scared I screw everything up” “We’ll have to change that, then” he stated at me briefly before gabbing my hand and pull me against his chest. I tried to avoid eye contact but his hand in my neck made me lift my head on instinct.