Harry Potter Archway Novels & Stories

I said to Hunter, before turning back to the archway that connected the entryway and the living room. I wore my pendant free against my shirt, there was no hiding who I was from the world now. Holding my hands up, I closed my eyes to focus. To start the spell, I pulled from my memories the image of the new house Avery's mother and sister had moved to after what it happened a few months ago. Reaching out for my power, I rebuilt the image linking it to the archway before me, the two spaces connecting together. Hunter's gasp brought me out of the trance. Still holding the portal open, I opened my eyes to see the small, fenced in backyard that could have been placed anywhere in American suburbia

This was the first time they heard of a Contract Summoner and classified it as a unique tier. The staff continued to discuss the other candidates before the next phase began. --- The three candidate groups gathered into a larger hall after their first assessments. They saw a large Greek-styled archway. It stood more than ten meters tall and almost half as wide. The structure was made of exquisite marble. Aside from its monumental size, there was one other thing significant about it. There were etched crimson lines running through the whole structure. They were like circuit lines, growing as if to charge the archway.

Harry grinned. I grinned back and walked towards the portal. It felt like a dream. The portal was fascinating. While there were bright blue flames dancing at the edges of the portal, their light cast shifting shadows on the walls. The centre itself was a rippling surface that seemed like liquid glass. It shimmered with hints of stars and swirling galaxies within its depths. I took another step closer and lifted a hand to put through what seemed like liquid glass. But before I got anywhere near, Harry held my hand and pulled me back

Harry asked as he removed his shirt. "We don't have any idea yet, perhaps it's only there at a close by café." said Arosh. "'OK, feel free to watch out. Said Harry. "Alright, much appreciated." Arosh then opened the entryway, glancing around to check whether anybody was in the corridor prior to leaving the entryway. Whenever she was certain that nobody was there, she avoided the room and strolled rapidly with regard to the structure. She saw Fanky holding up before the structure so she promptly moved toward her.

You must know I could never betray you'. The alley came up on us before I realized we had turned off the main street. It was narrow, flanked by tall buildings on either side, the kind of passage easy to wander into. My footsteps padded quietly on the cracked concrete as I followed Harry, echoing faintly between the walls. “Harry?” I called, slowing a little as I stared at the end of the alley. It was a dead end, just a grimy wall with faded graffiti and a rusted dumpster nearby. He didn’t respond. I stopped walking and looked around, confused. “Harry, what are we—”

Clearly, that knock to the head is affecting my ability to concentrate. Get a grip Leslie... you're not going to die from a rose prick or become cursed. While overgrown, the thorny vines and weeds growing around the archway are thinner than any other spot I've seen along the hedge. Thin enough, in fact, that I can vaguely see through the archway and gasp at the sight. Hidden behind tall overgrown pine trees, bushes, and vines appeared to be a massive building approximately one hundred yards away on the other side of the hedge. This definitely wasn't on the trail map...

He didn't touch it or insist on holding on, but the gesture was enough to keep me stable. We approached the light warily, our movements unhurried and deliberate. As we neared, the radiance showed a large archway etched with complex designs that appeared to change and writhe when I stared at them. The light was streaming from beyond the archway, creating long, twisting shadows that danced around the walls. Eric paused, his jaw stiffening. "Do you feel that?"

“Observe.” When they came to the edge of a clearing, the group froze. There was a huge stone archway in the middle of it, half hidden by moss and ivy. It was surrounded by a faint, mirage-like shimmer of air. With amazement in her voice, Ericka said, “The Veil.” Winter gazed at the archway, her heart racing. She was drawn to it since it had a strong, mysterious quality. “Remain near,” Hadzen said, his eyes piercing. “This is not at all finished.”

Down a narrow alleyway, an archway looms at the end, its edges flickering like a mirage, shimmering with an oily sheen that defies logic. I step forward, the air thickening as I draw closer, each step carving through the wards like a blade through silk. As I pass through the arch, the world bends. Reality ripples, the very fabric of existence twisting around me. A faint hum builds at the base of my skull, rising to a sharp crescendo as I cross the threshold. And then I’m through.

"You remember when this was a sinkhole?" Caelan nodded. "It still is. But now it holds." A teenager walked by with a tray of seedlings. "You can grow mushrooms here," they said. "Perhaps we will." --- 3:29 PM — Sector M, Foldarch Crossing The arch itself had fallen years before, a flowing curve of woven wood and ferro-fiber to commemorate the founding of the outer grid. "No need," one of the builders answered. "This time, we let people go through while it's still under construction."