Equine Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Some twigs snapped behind me and the flutter of an unknown wing unseen, continued again, like I'd been hearing before. "The horse has been fed with an energetic potion. Don't worry about it your majesty." And with that, I kept my mouth shut, was forced to listen to the cracking undergrowth of each step the horse made as the grass with the weed sliding against it's legs due to the silence that evolved from our lack of conversation.

I press my forehead against the horse's warm body, hesitating to mount. Being a former White, there are so many things I can do—things that were added to all the White children’s curriculum—and horse riding is one of them. But since it’s Saturn’s hobby, and I’ve watched the girl ride so many times, I can’t help being reminded about her. “We’re back here again, hoppy,” I mumble while gently hitting my head against the horse. Hoppy is Saturn’s horse, and this one looks close to Hoppy. The loud hoot of an owl scares me; causes me to whip my head toward the woods, nervous eyes scanning the trees.

Henry said, but he doesn't have a choice, he climbed onto the horse, and he was watching around, looking scared, A while later, they arrived home, Sharon's mom was surprised to see her with a stranger, and she asked, “who's this,?“ Sharon's mom asked, “Just a friend,” Sharon said, “A friend, you call him a friend,” his mom said, “do you know the gravity of the offense you have just commited,?“ she asked, “he's very sick now, let's have Pity on him, let's care for him before questioning,” Sharon said, When they were there arguing, Henry collapsed, his body was turning to another yellowish, and hair was becoming green, Sharon rushed out of their house, and called one of the powerful magician f

Like a sheep led by its shepherd, it moved. “See?” He muttered as he walked around, pulling the horse with him. “Give it to me.” I snatched the lead from him and tugged it to the side. I gnashed my teeth when the animal did not move. I started to feel frustrated by its attitude. Just then it occured to me. “You're using magic.” I yelled in an aha moment. That had to be the only explanation as to why the horse wasonky responding to him and not me. He was somehow influencing it's decision. He began to laugh and suddenly the horse moved in the direction I moved the it's lead.

"Who wants to join me?" The Cruel Prince muttered just as he mounted his black stallion. While that seemed like a normal horse it was obvious from the dark tendrils emanating from the horse's eyes that it had been infused with his dark magic. The horse named Maximus was a strong yet unruly horse and there had been plans of putting it down after its last attack on the poor Fae who had attempted to subdue it until Prince Aldric claimed and was able to tame it. It was obvious from the way both the master and the horse worked together that they were perfect for each other.

There, beyond the thicket, are the evil witches’ enchanted flying horses. They hover among the ancient pines, their wings folded close, their coats shimmering with an unearthly light. Each horse glows faintly—silver-blue, rose-gold, smoky gray, and deep obsidian—like pieces of the night sky given animal form. Their eyes gleam with magic, and my heart races with caution. These aren’t ordinary horses. They are creatures of darkness, bred and bound to witches. I expect them to be fierce and dangerous. I glance at Roxy. Her gaze is steady but curious. “Stay close,” I murmur.

He whispered soothing words to the creature, who responded with whinnies and huffs. “Your turn,” he said. Turning to me, he handed me some treats and encouraged me to do the same with Sarah. I hesitated, unsure if I could do it without getting kicked in the abdomen. “Horses can sense when you are scared.” I don’t know if that was supposed to make me feel better, but I found myself being propelled forward until I was standing next to the beautiful white beast named Sarah.

I am Viscount Tintagel, Luther Pendragon, at your service, little nymph and don’t be afraid of Midnight, my horse, he won’t hurt you. She cocked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow, she loved horses and had grown up around them, her ‘parents’ had bought her a pony for her second birthday and she had gone through Pony Club and then moved on to Eventing, competing at the highest levels. She had even worked with the Princess Royal and her Daughter for an Olympic Trial but had decided she did not want to dedicate so much of her time to the training. The Viscount's horse one was magnificent, he was jet black with a long mane and tail, a purebred Friesian if she wasn’t mistaken and he look

She pulled out a pouch of powdered herbs from her leather bag, positioned herself upwind, and sprinkled it toward the moose. The faint rustling sound caught the animal’s attention. Sensing danger, it panicked and tried to run. But after only a few steps, its legs gave out, and it collapsed onto the ground. Cara jumped up in excitement, while Grey Wolf stared at the scene, unconsciously muttering, “Witch.” Cara tilted her head, confused. ‘Witch? What’s that?’ Grey Wolf frowned, searching for the right words. A few seconds later, a thought surfaced:

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.