Harry Potter Archway Novels & Stories

When I gave my assent to the Headmistress, the Alpha and Gamma were lead through one archway and me through the other one. And boy does it feels like I’ve wondered into a medieval movie set, walking through the hallways of the tower. The walls are laid in stone, and ethereal floating lights illuminate the corridors. The moment we go through the strange doorway, we enter a well-lit corridor. The walls are bare except for the light, and I have a distinct feeling that witches are pretty minimalistic. The scenery changes after we’d passed yet another archway. The air gets even thinner, and in front of me, I see a well-lit hallway with windows.

I smiled. That place used to scare the hell out of me and now it feels nostalgic looking at it. “Here is your little play wand. Don’t break it and no casting spells,” Archer said, winking as he entered the room with a wand. It looked like the other wands. “Our princess still hasn’t grown up. Still stubborn as usual.” “What does it say about you having a wand OCD? Having an entire collection that you can’t lose,” I mocked him. “Vivamus, moriendum est,” Archer said in a dreamy, deep voice, waving the wand in his hand as if he was casting a spell.

The group nodded in unison, their shared determination unspoken but palpable. The ridge gave way to a vast, open expanse. The ground beneath their feet shifted, its smooth, reflective surface replaced by jagged stone streaked with veins of glowing silver. In the center of the clearing stood a towering archway, its surface alive with shifting symbols that pulsed with an unsteady rhythm. “That’s it,” Crane said, his voice trembling. “The entrance to the Shifting Veil.” The archway radiated an oppressive energy, its presence commanding the space around it. The air seemed to ripple, and the group felt the weight of its power pressing down on them. Each breath was heavier than the last, as though

I climbed into the car, settling Harry on the seat beside me and handing him my phone to keep him occupied. As the car started moving, I glanced over at him. He wasn’t playing games like most kids his age would. Instead, he was staring intently at an image of a brown werewolf, reading the text beneath it. He was researching. Again. I sighed softly. Why couldn’t he just enjoy himself like the others? Play a silly game, laugh, have fun. But no, Harry always seemed weighed down, too preoccupied with trying to understand who he was. The car slowed to a stop in front of a massive, incomplete building. The skeleton of the structure towered above us, its beams and scaffolding stark against the sky.

human. Half-human. The trees began to thin. Ari found herself standing before a wide clearing bathed in silver light. In the centre stood a massive stone arch, weathered and moss-covered, as if it had grown out of the earth itself. Symbols were etched into its surface spirals, claw marks, and crescent moons. Most were worn, barely legible. Beneath the arch, the ground formed a shallow bowl. Grass had not grown here in years. Only scorched earth remained, and a faint scent of iron lingered in the air.

To all appearances the zombie had had a magnificent make-over! Just now and then, when the dead man raised his head, you could see his strange unwinking eyes with yellow whites. Such a sight naturally set your teeth on edge. The hunger in the zombie’s eyes chilled you to the marrow. Maybe the reason was that our new butler had been ordered to look around as little as possible. A few steps ahead of us, the Arch of Blood proudly rose above all. It was a tall structure engraved with hundreds of symbols, signs and drawings. It was built into the fortress walls as an entrance gate. Therefore, it was impossible to get into the castle other than through the magic allocator.

Was it Harry Potter going on live in front of me? My mouth was wide open while my eyes opened big like balls. He entered the room with me trailing behind. The room is pitch dark. I couldn't decipher a thing. All of a sudden, lights emerged from a point coming straight to my eyes. I covered my eyes with my hands and peeked through the gaps in between my fingers. Lights were emitting from a big round circle that was formed in the air. It's enchanting. The vibrant colors spread everywhere. Erix pulled me closer and picked me up in his arms and entered the portal.

It didn’t deplete my magic enough to give Harold the upperhand, but the blue cloud wavered slightly. I threw more power into it and started marching toward Harold, driving him back. “Where’s the portal?” I asked to no one in particular. If there was one in the gym, I needed to find it. Hearing a howl from over by the wooden bleachers, I looked over to see Brice standing on the top row, in his wolf form, pointing with his front right paw at a space between the third and fourth sections of seats. The portal. I could see it then. It was just a thin shimmer of silver, but now that Brice had pointed it out, it was obvious.

There was a panicked look on the Grand Arch Wizard’s face as the chess board domain of the hero spread throughout the ground. He attempted to move outside the domain but he was both restricted by the rules of the board and the magic circle he was standing in. The chain of destruction mildly clanged when the wizard moved his hand. “There is no use; you can’t go outside this board.” Harlequin stated. The Grand Arch Wizard stared at him, his deep blue eyes was almost producing sparks of electricity.

This Time she is prepared for the slimy touch of the creature, so she is not as startled as she did earlier. The creature fed the white Lycans power to his chanting. Slowly their dark surroundings became darker. A blue light appeared in front of them. The intensity of the light began to grow until they are forced to close their eyes, unable to look at that intense light. The intensity of the light began to dissipate slowly until it was gone completely. When they opened their eyes, an arch in the shape of an upside-down 'U ' appeared in front of them. It is made of just blue light and nothing else. There is a keyhole in the middle of the archway, which is meant to open with the shadow stone.