Harry Potter Incendio Novels & Stories

The paper caught fire almost instantly, flames licking the edges as he watched it burn. Ivy stood there, watching as the invitation turned to ashes, her heart sinking with each passing second. There was something about the way he burned it that felt final, like a door closing for good. The flames reflected in his eyes, and for a moment, Ivy couldn’t tell if it was the fire or his fury that burned more brightly. She swallowed hard, feeling the heat of the moment—but not from the flames. The atmosphere between them was thick, heavier than she ever imagined. Harry was no longer just the man in the wheelchair. He was someone who’d been burned by the past, and she wasn’t sure if she could handle

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

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.

Familiar. 'Soon, little witch. Soon you'll be mine.' Heriberto. He was here. My magic exploded outward in a wave of heat and light. Candles flared into bonfires. Windows shattered. Several people screamed and dove for cover. And one person—a man I didn't recognize, standing near the back—burst into flames. His screams cut through everything else. Warriors rushed forward with blankets, smothering the fire, but I could smell it. Burned flesh. Death.

A small fire can burn us all. And now, the fire was burning. Her phone rang. Harry’s name appeared. Sophie almost didn’t answer, but finally pressed the green button. “This is getting big,” Harry said without preamble. “People are asking me questions.” “You wanted this,” Sophie replied coldly. “I didn’t want it to turn back on us.” “Us?” Sophie let out a short laugh. “Since when is there an ‘us’?” Silence. Then Harry spoke quietly. “I just don’t want this to spiral out of control.”

Why were they there, and what did they want? They were no longer the hooded men. The girl smelled smoke and gunpowder as, startled, the rest of the group cringed as they looked at the figure standing in the doorway. "IGNIS." And a huge wave of fire swept through the rest of the house. She ducked, narrowly escaping the infernal wave of heat that tore through the structure of the house in seconds, taking with it the men dressed in black. Raising her head again, Lariel saw that the fire was too bright to be ordinary, and that the flames were not spreading as they should. Magic.

A dark ripple passed through the clearing. Then another. And one by one, four figures appeared. Morvessa. Avarion. Threnox. And Incubus. The moment Incubus's eyes landed on Lucas, everything changed. His face hardened. His hands clenched. And before anyone could say a word, flames erupted around him. "Lucas!" Incubus launched himself forward. A violent torrent of fire exploded from his hand, tearing through the clearing. Lucas moved instantly. He twisted aside as the flames ripped past him and struck the trees behind him.

He put his soaked vest on Charlie and pushed him forward. Charlie used Harry's coat to help him put out the fire burning the bookshelf. He hesitated a bit, "Uncle Harry... I don't want to leave you behind..." "Hurry up! Your mother is waiting!” Emma impatiently wanted to run inside but was constantly stopped by people around her. She shouted, "Why haven't the firefighters arrived yet?" Harry's eyes focused on the burned kitchen. If they continued to stay near this apartment, there was no telling when the gas stove would explode.

I drop to the ground without warning. As soon as my body hits the ground, a fireball flies over my head, missing Endora by centimeters. Endora’s eyes flash a bright shade of purple as she summons forth her magic. I scramble to my feet and try to get away from the magical fight that is taking place right over my head. I am not fast enough, and Endora mumbles an incantation under he breath. A pentagram appears around me, and I am stuck inside an invisible cell.

A ring of fire was lit around Henry and I by Harry, who had hopped on his feet by hitting the concrete with his blade. I was feeling weak somehow. I had expression magic, and I couldn't even use it at that moment. Not without the risk of killing humans here. We had to escape. We had too. I tried to will us both out of the circle of fire. Henry was losing too much blood. I willed his wound to be closed, and it was. I willed the fire around me to be put out, but it would not. Harry smiled as he walked the permitter of the fire. Townspeople were forming outside to witness. I could see Tituba in the crowd as her eyes linked directly on mine. She smiled her eyes turned black. She was being used a