Harry Potter Incendio Novels & Stories

I could see a huge house, nearly a mansion, up ahead, and it seemed that we were going that way. To my right I could see booms of fire and lightning, hooded figures, and wolves. Dust and smoke and so much carnage. Bodies lying on the field, not moving. The movement of Jake’s continued run gave me something else to concentrate on, and I looked forward again. We pass the building and are nearing a battlefield. Something straight out of the final few Harry Potter films. Scorched earth. Blood. Weapons. Fur. A limb.

I stood in front of the mirror which was hanging on the wall, and looked at myself, I wasn’t able to recognize my identity in that mirror, it must be telling lies because I looked like a monster, my face covered with blood of my own father, it was a terrible sight and I couldn’t look myself in the eyes anymore so I grabbed the steal vase kept next to the table and threw it on the mirror smashing every little piece of that ugly mirror into million pieces so that it stops showing me the horror of my deeds and my sins right into my eyes. The pieces of glass from the mirror were scattered everywhere on the floor, some of them were still reflecting my monster face into my eyes, I wanted to destro

Harry said as I entered my office. “Hi,” I whispered, blinking back the tears from my eyes. “Bring me the files of all the orphaned teenagers in the pack. And a candle.” The door of my office opened and Hilda stepped in. “I brought the flowers. Where should we burn the memorial?” “The window will be just fine.”

Rich people and their bizarre paranoia. I nearly spilled the hot coffee while running to his office. I stopped at his door and took one deep breath, steadying myself before walking into hell, then knocked and entered. And there he was. Louis Wolf! The devil of my life. The horror of my nightmares. The man who could silence a room with a single glance and ruin my day with one sentence.

Remember who you are. "I remember," I whispered. The flames climbed higher. I closed my eyes and reached for the power. Not to destroy. To protect. Silver flames erupted from my body, meeting the red-orange flames climbing the pyre. Where they touched, the fire paused. Confused. Unable to burn through the Shadowborn magic that shielded us. Gasps rippled through the watching crowd. "Impossible," Viktor breathed.

Kael’s jaw tightened. Harry chuckled low, stepping closer to me. “Good, tell them, own it. You are not their doll to control. You are fire, and fire cannot be caged.” Headmistress Morwen slammed her staff against the floor, magic crackling in the air. “Enough!” she roared. “Aria Blackwell, you are hereby—” “Try it,” Harry cut in, his tone soft but deadly. The air in the hall froze. Even Headmistress Morwen stood still,her eyes narrowed at him.

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

There was a car outside. "Who's that!" Harry was shocked that somebody actually found this place. "I'll better leave you here than wasting my time right now." He added took out a box of matches and burned in. "What are you trying to do!" Arien was scared to death but she couldn't do anything. "I'm gonna leave no evidence to show that I was guilty. Bitch you'll be saved if you're lucky enough." With that he threw the burning match into a wooden box from which he was taking the drugs to inject on her and it caught fire instantly. Harry ran to the exit.

My mother called me one Saturday evening to her room, "we shall be paying a visit to somewhere in the city." She told me. That sunday about 3 p.m. we entered a public transport mode and straight away to the Crimson park. She bought two pairs of snacks, one for me and the other for her, as we look the snacks, we loiter around the pack and talk, "Paloma," my mother called me, "you must be careful with the boys that come around you. Be careful not to look into the eyes of any boy, you could be hypnotized by a love potion they have applied on their eyes, be careful not drink any drink offered to you by any one, you could be a victim of the love potions." "Mummy, how does this work, I mean? Does

I like how he always smiles when he sees me like he's always the happiest when he see me. I went near him, "You do know that it's 10 in the evening, right?" "Yeah." "And we're not allowed to go anywhere according to our moderator, right?" He chuckled, "Yeah." "So, why'd you texted me?" Henry pointed at the starry night sky behind me, as soon as I turned around, I saw before my eyes the different colors of fireworks... shining among those starlights...then as the fireworks continued, songs from 'The Imperials', my favorite band continuously played from the neighbourhood next to us.