Harry Potter Magical Trunk Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and the Deathly Hallows * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy I unlocked the door and hold it open so the girls could get in. After having lunch and getting desserts with the girls, I felt bad for leaving Nat alone at home so we had cut our Christmas shopping short and gone home afterward.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Hannah said in a bored voice. “So, what exactly are you doing?” Silas questioned coming over to stand next to me. “Truth brew” I answered as I opened the lid to my trunk, I remember the journal tucked in my dress and pulled it out to place in my trunk. My trunk held my life in a way, everything I deemed important enough to hold onto and the ingredients needed for various brews. My trunk not only had extension spells on it, but it also had various protection spells on it as well. I placed the journal inside, tucked away on one of the lower shelfs.

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

All I managed to do was to shift the oversized robe on my body to expose the fact that I was naked beneath. It was like I’d slipped back in time when rough hands fondled my nakedness and words were uttered about what they’d like to do with my body as my wrists and ankles were tied together and I was shoved into a trunk. As the lid closed, I focused on slowing my breathing so that I wouldn’t hyperventilate. I needed to keep a clear head. I was a vampire who knew a bit of magic. I wouldn’t let the situation cloud my thinking this time. I would use magic to untie the ropes while I was in the trunk and give them one whopper of a surprise when they opened it. Sadly, before I could do much of

“Thank you very much.” “It's nothing. Now you should hurry. Thea is going to think you've bailed on her.” Right. I sigh and stand up, brushing my clothes to take off the dust. I find the wheelbarrow and resume pushing it. Kilian's instruction was to drive the dump out to one of the pack's hired mages who will be standing by to change it with magic. I don't understand how, and honestly, I'm excited to know. People tend to be impressed by the more flashy applications of magic, but I know that the Fang packs try their best to keep a monopoly on their warlocks. A powerful warlock can do impressive things like make food grow faster or, in our case, turn the camp's nightsoil into something useful.

Henry said, but he doesn't have a choice, he climbed onto the horse, and he was watching around, looking scared, A while later, they arrived home, Sharon's mom was surprised to see her with a stranger, and she asked, “who's this,?“ Sharon's mom asked, “Just a friend,” Sharon said, “A friend, you call him a friend,” his mom said, “do you know the gravity of the offense you have just commited,?“ she asked, “he's very sick now, let's have Pity on him, let's care for him before questioning,” Sharon said, When they were there arguing, Henry collapsed, his body was turning to another yellowish, and hair was becoming green, Sharon rushed out of their house, and called one of the powerful magician f

"Alright... The remains of a dead otter... It was still so tiny. I took a guess that it was still a newborn when it died. I did not understand the idea behind all this. But after you mentioned about spells and charms, I think I start to get the idea..." . "Yeah... But what kind of dark magic do they use in this modern world? Even using a dead animal as their tool. Sick. Sick to the head. Sick to the mind." . "That's not all, Harry... There were also yellow, rotten teeth inside there. Precisely three pieces. It was so disgusting, I literally almost puked upon discovering it all." .

He shook his head. " Someone needs to stay behind. My father will be here soon. Go. Go and find our babygirl. Protect her." he said, looking back outside. " They're here! GO!" he yelled. I kissed him one last time and ran out the back door, but as I did, I could see a changeling of Tituba's creation right on the street, and he called for the guards to come to me. I conjured a portal and was about to step through it, but the sound of Henry's scream was heard and I couldn't do it. I turned around and saw Henry's father, Harry, shoving his blade right into Henry's shoulder. My expression magic came forward, and It blasted Harry back from Henry, along with all the other guards that were circling

He had in that city for the magic school. Gripping the leather straps at the end of the trunk tightly and lifting the end of the trunk, he walked in the direction of the magic school. ♦ ♦ ♦ Taking a deep breath, his heart pounding with anticipation and his mouth dry with nerves, Viktor knocked three times on the door at the top of the creaking staircase. He wished the blows were loud and sure, but in reality they were weak and pathetic. Viktor felt tired after having to drag the trunk with all his worldly belongings along a stretch that had seemed as long as if he had gone from one end of the city to the other and back to the middle of the city. path.