Harry Potter Archway Novels & Stories

Harry acts like he doesn’t even notice how awful the drink looks and downs it in one go with a smile. “Well… now that we’re all here, not that I knew we were actually expecting so many people, would you be able to answer some questions about magic for us Cam?” I ask. She nods. “Of course, one second.” She waves over another young woman who is also bartending and lets her know that she is taking a break for a little while. The other woman confirms and then Cam gestures for us to all follow her through to a small back room. It’s filled with every type of alcohol and mixer I can imagine and there is what looks like a Witches magic circle in the corner of the room. There is also a caged metal sh

"Well, it can't be that simple." I dug through my pack, pulling out a handful of small stones I'd collected along the journey. Carefully, I began placing them in the indentations, matching their shapes to the different moon phases. As I set the last stone – a perfect sphere representing the full moon – into place, a low hum filled the air. The glyphs on the arch flared to life, pulsing with blinding intensity. I shielded my eyes, heart pounding. When the light faded, I gasped in awe. The space within the arch had transformed into a shimmering portal, swirling with otherworldly colors.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

Even though technology and magic had advanced to spectacular levels, the Supernatural World had changed for the worse. The car lurched forward, and we escaped the dark wards, only to enter another part of the Mall illuminated by starlight. Up ahead stood another version of Admiralty Arch that looked like it had been bathed in liquid silver. Instead of the triple archway, a single vaulted entrance stood in the middle of the structure. A pair of ten-foot-tall ogres in tuxedos stood at the doorway, their arms folded. Wulfie parked outside, and a smaller ogre strode up to our door, wedged it open, and offered me his hand.

It called to her, seductive and terrible. "She's waiting," Luna said softly. "She knows we’re here." Kael stepped forward. "Then let's not keep her waiting." They climbed the steep path, the rocks slick and sharp underfoot. The air grew colder, the wind biting, but it wasn’t just nature. It was her—Morrakai. At the peak, a colossal stone archway loomed, carved with runes that glowed faintly red. Beyond it, darkness stretched into a cavern so wide and deep that no end was visible.

"Got it.” I nodded in affirmation before I gulped down my own saliva in an attempt to hide my nervousness. Trying to compose myself, I glanced at the facade of the imposing archway under which the two of us were standing. It was made completely with a black stone, in the centre of which, a large exploding sun had been carved.

“Your bloodline is their legacy. They won’t turn you away.” Damien frowned. “Unless they see her as a threat.” Nicola’s stomach churned at the thought, but she pushed it aside. There was no room for doubt now. After another hour of walking, they reached a clearing. At its center stood a towering stone archway, weathered and covered in intricate carvings. Symbols glowed faintly along its surface, pulsating like a heartbeat. “This is it,” Marla said, gesturing toward the arch. “The gateway to the Order.”

Then Myrra pointed ahead, her face pale. At the far end of the path, a massive, blackened archway stood against the mountain. Ancient symbols lined its surface, glowing faintly with a deep, hungry red. They had reached it. The Hollow Crown was waiting.

We stepped into a chamber unlike any we had seen before. There were no walls. No ceiling. Only an endless golden horizon. Roads of light stretched in every direction. Infinite. Crossing. Connecting. Beautiful beyond words. At the center stood a single archway. Simple. White. Unadorned. Above it were carved just three words. > Every Road Begins. Lyra stared at the arch. Tears filled her eyes. "The First Gate..." She whispered the words as though afraid they might disappear. Mira slowly stepped beside her.

We press on, our paws pounding against the forest floor in perfect unison. Suddenly, the trees ahead begin to thin, revealing a small clearing bathed in moonlight. At its center stands a shimmering archway, its edges flickering with an ethereal blue light. The emergency portal. "There it is!" Jude's excited thoughts reach us all. "We're almost there!"