Harry Potter Patronuses Novels & Stories

A possibility that could lead me to my freedom. I stood up, dusted my clothes, and walked towards the shelves, flinching every time my head throbbed. My eyes squinted at the endless rows of glass bottles, all filled with liquid; potions of various colors and consistency. Whoever this wizard is, his collection of potions are very impressive. Some of the bottles were clearly labeled, love potion, flying potion, summoning potion, super strength potion while others had scribbles that were barely legible.

Lana opens her lips as if to say something, but as if she’s being pulled by strings, her body stiffens, and her eyes go completely black. The hair on my neck rises as Apolliana’s lips curl into a sneer, and she rips the now useless siphon necklace from her neck, “I watched as the Lamb opened the first of the seven seals. Then I heard one of the four living creatures say in a voice like thunder, "Come and see!" I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and she was given a crown, and she rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.

They nodded. "Give it to us" said Jim. Patricia had gave them every stuff. Jim and Flora started chanting. "Okay sister we have to do this together" said Jim "Always together" said Flora. "They are way too older for their ages" said Emerald to Patricia. Just than a smoke like stuff came out of the hood. "Here we got brother its wolf's scent" said Patricia. Then they mix the scent with blood and the hairs. "Here its ready" said Jim. "Already?" she said, "This is quick work" said Jim smiling. "You guys are strongest person we met even our grandmas and great grandma was unable to make potion to cure Uncle Fane" said Emerald.

"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.

You can practically see his brain computing outputs. “After this episode that happened a couple of days ago, I took to the library to see what I could find about witches and how to defend my pups, mate and myself from another attack. During my findings, I came across this book and there is a section about potions and runes.” I said, opening the book and then pointing to the footnote, “This footnote suggests that phoenix blood will suppress a witch’s abilities, long enough to eliminate the threat. It doesn’t say how to use it or where to get it though. Which is why I reached out to Dr. Hadley, and from there, you know the rest.” I said. Dr. Higslee puts down his tea and stares off into space,

Each strike rattled his bones, each roar from the creature forced him backwards, yet he held his ground. His girls needed him; the earlier he defeated this thing, the better. Then he noticed a small detail in the body of this creature. He had an opening. A spot he would hit, and it would cause the creature harm. Gathering all his strength, he roared out a spell, “Satun patens. Allanmasssss!” And he stroked the spot hard with his staff. Sparks of power crackled in the air. Before Papa Ganda's eyes, the creature separated into two, evaporating into the air, dark and dusty.

“Seriously, steer clear of Professor Harth. His elemental affinity is air, but he’s basically a human hot air balloon.” Then there was a weird tangent about wolves: “Just don’t make eye contact with him unless you want him to challenge you to some kind of duel.” And, of course, the lunch specials – “The lemon pudding is cursed. The last time I had it, I swear it whispered my name.”

The children in the line gasps, and the chest snaps open. In the chest on a velvet pillow lies a sharp sapphire, and the Headmistress announces. "A sapphire. Apt for a telekinetic." The witches gathered burst into a cheer and clap loudly as the little girl grins, clutching the sapphire. "She'll get that in the necklace form before she starts class," Leita states. "Her aspect belongs to the paranormal category like Matron Aldar's does." “This all looks very Harry Potter-esque.” I muse. Ophelia hears this and shoots me a dirty look. “Do not speak the name of that book in my presence, I beg you.”

It was Lucy. “I can’t!” Patrea hissed. “Do you need anything? I can make it appear here.” Lucius added. “Are you even listening?” Patrea glared at him, and smoke arose from her body as her eyes continued to glow red. It used to be a purple mist that emitted from her body whenever she was happy or upset just like Althea. But ever since her body transformed into a half-demon, the purple mist disappeared and was replaced by black smoke.