Harry Potter Crystals Novels & Stories

"Oh, hey, I like to watch a good show a few more times. This drama has been with me for my entire student life. Do you want me to give you some spoilers?" Jennifer knew I never watched dramas and was deliberately teasing me. I rolled my eyes and threw a pack of magical crystals on the table. These were good magical crystals and not something that could just be found. Magicians need them to configure their magic potions, repair their magic props, and even develop new magic. Jennifer looked at me with wide eyes. I reckoned even she had never seen so many high-quality magical crystals. "Vicky! Are you trying to buy my store?" "Don't get so worked up. I just want some information, the reliable k

Perhaps I could help him with something magical. My thoughts shifted to the necklace Harriet had made for me. I walked to the closet and pulled out the magical crystal. Then I returned to Tyrion's bedside, holding the crystal in my hand. I wasn't even sure what I was doing. Would it work if I placed it on Tyrion's body? I moved the talisman above Tyrion's shoulder, already attacked by the poison, and noticed the poison stirring up as if it was cumulating. I gasped and moved the crystal away.

Love you. I smile and unwrap the gift. It’s a magical charm of some kind. Clear quartz cut into the shape of a tetragon, dangling from a golden chain. I can feel the powerful protection spell emanating from it. Something inside the crystal, maybe an imperfection of some kind, catches my eye. Frowning I turn it up to the light and swallow past the sudden knot in my throat. Somehow, she magicked some of hers and Adare’s hair into the crystal, intertwining the two different coloured locks into a complicated braid that looped and twirled into a triquetra.

In the center of the room was a step down, with a large black crystal resting on a pedestal. Both Orion and I went separate ways, looking at the books and artifacts that littered the shelves. There were odd colored jars filled with strange objects and dried herbs dangling from strings. I scoured the spines of the books, but I couldn’t read them. Damn, I wish Pru had come with us. “What do you think this is?” Orion walked towards the crystal and shined his phone’s flashlight on it. “I wouldn’t touch it.” I stepped up beside him and bent down to look at it. Inside something was moving, almost like a deep murky smoke floated around. “It’s giving me the creeps.”

Snowshade stood and drew a thick bundle of record-crystals from her enchanted ring. She crossed to Garrick and the others and let them fall from her hand. They struck the floor with a clatter and spread open. Etched across them in glowing script were dense lists of crimes, each one more sickening than the last. "This... what is this..." Garrick picked up one crystal with trembling fingers. A single glance, and his face went deathly pale. "They robbed a wandering mage of his relic, just because the material suited a circlet for Lucian Clegane?"

he asks. I hold the crystal up as if it could shatter at any moment. “This is what will help Grimm.” “You saw it?” I nod. “To be honest, I can’t say it will work for certain… it was a demon that Hilda extracted from the witch, but it is my only option.” “I have no idea what you are talking about, but this means that your search is over, right?” I dip my head, giving him a smile. “Good… cause we are naked, so we probably should go get dressed.”

“I have an idea… I have something—please, just listen—!” I stepped forward. Flames licked higher, hungry. “Speak,” I snarled. He fumbled in his satchel—hands shaking so violently he nearly dropped the bundle twice. Cloth fell away. In his palms: a crystal the size of a fist. Clear as glacial ice. Veined with liquid silver that pulsed slow, steady, alive.