Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Uses Parselmagic To Heal

Elif said. Two guards lifted the boy and carried him inside. The healers came running, their hands glowing with the golden light that the First Wolf's power had awakened in them. They laid him on a cot in the infirmary and went to work, setting his bones, stitching his wounds, pouring healing energy into his failing body. Elif waited outside the door, her arms crossed, her face expressionless. Niklas stood beside her, his shoulder brushing hers. Kara paced the corridor, her footsteps silent on the stone floor.

His breathing was getting worse—more ragged, and more laboured. "Okay— you should do the healing spell now." Dante said, turning to Peggy. "Now heal him." Peggy bit her lip. "I can't do it here. I need to prepare a healing potion first. It's the only thing strong enough to counteract boundary spell damage." "So make the potion!" Kael said from where he was tending to Alpha in the back seat. One hand on his brother's chest like he was trying to hold him together. "I will, but I need ingredients. And I'll need something of his—a strand of hair—to tie the potion to him specifically."

Someone had it in for me. I stayed huddled against the banister. Blood dripped from my palm to the marble floor. I pointed the sodalite wand at the wound and murmured one of the healing spells I knew. My hand glowed a soft green, and the bleeding slowed. Another jolt of magic tore at the staircase, and my magic slipped away as I lost concentration. It would have to do for now. Peeking up, I hoped the witch who had me in their sights had moved on.

I couldn’t just sit around and suffer while Ariel held all the power. I went straight to my room, ignoring the worried looks from my mates. As soon as I was alone, I pulled out my spellbook and flipped through the pages. There had to be something in here. Some kind of healing spell. Some way to reduce the pain, at the very least. I whispered an incantation, pressing my hand to the burn. A faint golden light flickered beneath my fingertips, and for a second, I thought it was working. Then the pain intensified tenfold.

Thaddeus explained, "Except, well, you use your blood. A bit more...gory, I guess.” “Tangled,” I corrected. “and as far as I know, Yes.” Sparrow hesitated, his lips pursed. "Have you ever tried to heal other creatures, just to see if you could?” "My mom thought she could use it on her witchy friend. Let's just say, it backfired spectacularly. Majorly, It didn't go as planned.” He scratches the stubble on his face as he glares at the coffee table, deep in thought.

Anyhow, it did not matter who they were or what kind of status these men had when they were facing someone with greater power. That person could easily kill any one of them with a snap of his fingers. James paid no mind to those people. He waved his hand and cast a ball of energy toward Harper, who stood somewhere in the distance behind him. Then, James treaded toward Dorvus. Once she was enveloped in the ball of energy, Harper noticed that her injuries were swiftly healed. A fiery red robe had magically appeared, draped over her body. She turned her gaze to James right away. Her eyes were bright with joy and admiration.

" Would you even be standing here if I had blown up the house?" He crossed his arms over his chest, a smug tugging at one side of his lips. " Yeah right, all thanks to Merlin who showed up to fix everything with just a simple magic trick," I playfully winked at him then moved my gaze to mom whose mouth was agape. " With the second help of my beloved friend, Harry Potter,”

Harry suddenly became serious. Emma, "..." After tending to his wounds, Emma gently brushed the injured spot and playfully whispered, "I've cast a spell. By tomorrow, it'll heal..." As Emma rose to her feet, Harry softly grabbed her hand, pulling her close into an embrace. Burying his face in her shoulder, his hair tickled her neck, "Where do you think you're going?" "I need to go home. My parents are waiting for me." She didn't dare push him away for fear of touching his wound.

Red fire came out from Phoebe and blue from Cyrus. For a moment the twin flames were in contact then the red flame moved to the young man's body at the same time Cyrus' soul moved to Phoebe's body along with the blue flame. The girl's orange colored hair has now turned into black. "Phoebe!!" shouted the old magician and immediately separated Phoebe's body from Cyrus. He mourns the loss of her only child, Phoebe. "Why did you do that!" he said while crying and hugging the girl's lifeless body.

"I like it when I see you worrying about me." He stared at me, his black pupils tracing mine in a vertical line. "Did you feel any different?" he asked, bringing my attention back to what the witches had done for me. I remained silent for a moment, contemplating if their healing charm had worked. And indeed, it did. I could feel my Phoenix inside me.