Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Uses Parselmagic 소설 & 이야기

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

I didn't know why but I was tense and disinclined to do this. What am I thinking I can do this I muttered. As I stood near his door and used my dark magic to see that he was sleeping on his desk inside. As I pushed open the office door it was open and he was really sleeping. Perfect, this was my chance. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a potion I had brewed, which would make him become paralyzed slowly, he wouldn't realize it at first but he would lose all his powers and will start aging quickly, his lifespan cut short.

“You did. But I’m not mad, if that’s what you’re afraid of.” “I wasn’t even aware,” she mumbled behind her hands. “I just remember feeling hot, heart racing, and then… blackout. I’m so embarrassed.” Harry leaned back, a faint smile playing on his lips now. “If it helps… you were adorable. Like a kitten high on catnip.” “Oh my God, don’t compare me to a kitten,” Arabella groaned, her cheeks flaming. “I don’t even know why I acted that crazy.” “Grandpa’s potion is unpredictable,” Harry said, grabbing his coffee. “And you just drank it like it was tea.”

As I touched his skin, he fell under the enchantment, and I began to manipulate the situation, creating a narrative. What Henry believed was happening was me tearing off his clothes and kissing him intensely, allowing him to fulfill all the fantasies his distorted mind projected. I sat in the corner of the room, watching the comical scene before me, where he touched himself, thinking it was me. “Alpha, we need a word!” Harry's voice, the beta, echoed through the door. I bit my lips in anger; the magic was delicate, and any change could break the spell. I messed up my clothes and hair and threw some water on my body, pretending to be sweaty. Furthermore, I stayed close to Henry, who seemed to

Hmmm? He’s right. I examine the next charm. —A heel. I think I know what this one refers to. He smiles mischievously. —A disco ball. Hmm, yeah...this one definitely deserves to be here. The last charm is an arrowed heart. It formes a lump in my throat. I look at him excited. Tears have began filling my eyes. —You’ve got it, tigress. You have my heart in your hands.- purrs in my ear.

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.

Starlight crystal, Foxglove shrub, Zuri's panties, Sage, Eggshell powder, a bowl containing my blood…and one of the very first dresses Zuri got for me the first time we visited Torah together. Sadly, I'll have to sacrifice this sentimental dress of mine for the spell. I sigh, not wanting to get rid of anything Zuri got for me, but I don’t have a choice at this point. Raising my hands, I whisper a common magic spell that sets fire to the dress. It lights up and instantly turns to ashes within seconds as the room fills with the scent of burnt clothing. Then I chant the forbidden words, keeping my voice to a barely audible whisper since Olyon is probably still lurking outside my dorm room, and

I shot her a glare. "Really, I spent nine years of my life ingesting one of your wretched potions and this is what you say to me?!" She shrugged. "When did the second potion come into play?" I prompted. "After nine years, your father found a suitable mate for you, Harry. I placed the attraction spell on him and your father gave you a mixture of an attraction and suppression potion for six months until you turned 18 and Harry magically walked into the picture. You made eye contact and boom!!! You two fell in love, marked each other and were supposed to live happily ever after, but well… you know what happened."

Besides, if magic was real, why couldn't this guy be a psychic? 'And maybe I'll grow a tail and swim away,' she thought dreamily. 'If only.' She felt her smile grow wider with every step Damien took in her direction. When he stopped in front of her and took the leash from Psychic Boy, Damien looked at her like she'd gone crazy. "I don't remember you ever smiling this much," he commented. He had a point. "Uh, well, you make me happy," Belle explained. "The spell has turned her into your dog," Psychic Boy offered an alternative theory. "If she had a tail it would be wagging. She whines all day when you're gone. Obeys your every command."

The anxiety filled me from head to toes. I had never tried casting a spell on an animal, much less a spell which I described in my mind alone. Although I could feel my magic flowing, and I thought that I was actually communicating with that raven, I had no chance to confirm if it obeyed me. It was hard to acknowledge that the lives of my loved ones depended on whether I was able to put a spell on that bird properly. Even thinking about it sounded absurd. But I ran out of options. I had to rely on something ludicrous. Of course, I was certain that if my bizarre plan worked, Mr. Hitchcock would appreciate it…