Harry Potter Key Wings Novels & Stories

He motioned to the door behind me as I offered a saccharine smile. "Don't go anywhere." He scoffed as I moved to the direction of the room I took my final breaths in. I ignored the claustrophobia as I remained on a mission. Trying to think of where a key may be, I began searching high and low, under and over, before coming to a set of swords crossed behind a shield. If I were to guess, they appeared to be made of silver. It would be painful for a wolf to find and take the key, but not a human. I reached behind and found a heavy piece of metal that once lifted to view had proved my theory. With a wild smile, I returned to him with it hanging off of my middle finger.

I knelt so we were eye‑level. He bent forward, too. I opened it. Inside gleamed the tiny kitten, with etched wings and clay fur painted in soft cream and gray. It looked like it belonged in his palm. “It’s for your keychain,” I said, voice steady. “A little reminder.” He smiled wider, brushing a fingertip over the delicate wings. “It’s perfect.” I watched how he held it, careful, grateful. Then he let the charm rest in his palm and lifted his hand to reach for mine. I didn’t hesitate. My fingers curled around his.

Frowning, I examined the key in my hand more carefully, noticing for the first time tiny engravings along its shaft, symbols similar to those on my wolf pendant. "It's not just a key," Matthias said, his intuition cutting straight to the answer as usual. "It's also a focus." Understanding dawned. I pressed the key against the wall, simultaneously touching my pendant with my other hand. The reaction was immediate, a soft silver glow spreading outward from the key, revealing a doorway that materialised as if the wall itself were dissolving. "Blood and moonsilver," Kenny murmured appreciatively. "Father always did like the old ways."

“You see, that’s where you got it wrong, Sue. I wasn’t asking.” My pulse spikes, hands going clammy as dread knots in my stomach. His fingers tap the box once in a silent command. My body betrays me as I reach for it, snapping the lid open. Confusion furrows my brows when I see what’s inside. A key. Black, metallic, sleek, with a pentagon-shaped head and a single letter etched into the surface: Z, slashed through the center with a bold line. “What...” My voice disappears.

It would take the person to the destination of the object but one had to chant it within a few seconds just as the vision ended. I recalled the key and began to chant the spell . The key was golden in color; it was a skeleton key. After I finished saying the spell I saw the vision of the key in my mind. It was in a dark place. The vision started moving back slowly. It was in a box. It again moved back and this time it was showing outside the box. The box was behind a book with a red cover. Before it could show anything anymore the vision ended.

she said with a mischievous smile on her face. It didn't take long for me to understand what she meant, and an image of a British actor portraying a fictional character popped into my head. "Oh, you mean, Harry Potter, and yeah, it was Hagrid who was the keeper of the keys," I exclaimed. "Bingo!" "Wait, are you saying that there is someone here named Hagrid?" I asked in disbelief. "Of course not! But there is someone here named Lucy, and she kept all the keys in each room," she said, still oblivious to my excited heart.

7:00 pm, I stared at my phone once again to see if I had any missed calls or messages, but there were none. I had gotten him some cufflinks made of black diamonds. The cufflinks exuded a noble aura and their black color, excluding an aloof and cold beauty. It was a lucky find, and its color reminded me of Morgan's dark, stormy eyes and his cold nature. I had told them I wanted express delivery, thinking Morgan would receive it as early as possible and decide to call me.

You couldn’t see what was inside, it looked like an illusion spell to make it look like the fog was there. Snow walked right up she grabbed her hey chain looking for one of her any keys, when she did, she took out a pure gold key with the design of fairy wings. She put the lock in the side of the door frame twisting it three times in clockwise, just as she did the door opened pulling a both in a rush.

A key. ---

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.