Harry Potter Smoke Novels & Stories

My heart was racing, and I didn’t know what he was going to do next. He looked at me one last time, his eyes filled with so much anger, hate, maybe even pain. Then he smiled bitterly. “Just like your mother,” he said. “You think you’ve won.” Before anyone could move, he suddenly threw something on the ground, a small, round object that began releasing thick smoke. “Stop him!” Hades shouted, but it was too late. The entire place filled with smoke, blinding everyone instantly. I coughed and covered my mouth, trying to see through the haze. I could barely hear anything except shouting and footsteps.

he growled, and pulled away from me. I made a face and caught a whiff of pot in the air, hmm. I dashed through the door he’d left open and snatched a joint from a young girl. I put it to my lips and took a drag. Smoking was one of the few things outside of blood that a vampire could take into their body and not have a reaction. I never turned down the good stuff, but tobacco was a waste of time. “Hmm, very nice,” I said, making a show out of blowing out circles.

Cam snorts out a laugh. “That’s fair. Well it’s an easy enough spell to break. I made the magic dissolvable and of course I used something I had handy as the trigger. So all you need to do is tip a little whiskey over it.” She explains. Well of course.Why wouldn’t the bartending Witch make spells that can only be broken with alcohol? I thank her and say my goodbyes while Bellamy heads to the kitchen to grab a bottle of whiskey he must have kept in one of the higher cupboards. I’ve already looked in all the ones I can reach while attempting to cool so I know they weren’t full of booze. He returns and I take the bottle and carefully tip a capful of whiskey over Harry’s hand. We all stare, wait

The old witch threatened, but Gama only scoffed in return. "That could happen if she is the only witch left. I will have lots of fun killing them one after the other, Kira." Gama replied. Smoke began to surround him and his captive. Within a few minutes, it dissipated, and the girl he was holding looked completely fine. Gama was a master of illusion that was accompanied by smoke. The smoke was proof that his power had been activated. Ancient demons are blessed with befitting affinities to elements. He was among the lucky ones who got a matching skill to his smoke ability.

The words themselves held no meaning, yet they resonated within her like a profound, crude language stirring from within her soul. Little Leo had his eyes wide with fascination. He carefully tilted the vial, allowing a single drop of blood to fall into the center of the circle. As it touched the stone, it erupted in a sudden burst of flame that startled even the seasoned witches. The fire, however, was short-lived. It morphed into a swirling cloud of smoke, tinged with a surreal silver color. River’s breath seized. Beautiful. The smoke that emanated from the fire was definitely not the usual smoke, River knew that.

~~~~~~Kyra's Dream~~~~ Smoke...gray and thick, so thick I can barely see ahead of me. The world around me is consumed by it, a choking haze. My eyes are itchy and watering, and my throat is sore and scratchy. The smoke claws at my lungs and stings my eyes. My breath is ragged and shallow, the acrid smell of burning wood and charred earth filling my nostrils. My vision is a blur of shifting shadows, and no matter where I turn, the smoke only seems to grow thicker, obscuring everything.

He continued, "We were very much in love." "You mean you and Camilla were in love." I smiled mockingly. "To this day, I can remember the taste of those infertility tonics you gave me." Maurice's jaw dropped, and he gaped at me. I continued, "Oh, and what was it that you said to me before I died? You asked me why I'd yet to go to hell. You said my existence stopped you and Camilla from being together. "You also said that I was cursed and that I shouldn't have dirtied the bedchambers you shared with Camilla. And after my death, you had me—the dignified daughter of the Chapman family—wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into a mass grave."

“The spark between us.” My chest got tight. “You’re imagining things.” His smile curved faintly, dangerous but patient. “Am I?” Harry stopped just a breath away from me. Close enough that I could see the faint scar across his jaw, like a story he wasn’t planning to tell me yet. Close enough that the scent of smoke and something darker stuck on him, making it impossible to think clearly. “Step back,” I whispered, pressing my hand forward, even though my voice betrayed me.

It clicked. The One Tree was not separate from me. That meant I could control it. I could tame it. Clearing my throat through a harsh cough that left a metallic taste at the back of my mouth, I hardened my resolve and cast yet another drawn out spell, pouring my entire will into it. "Let smoke forget fire and become frost; bind this shape within still silence." I forced the thick smoke into freezing air, locking the phasing figure in place. The disruption of its movement slowed its phasing further, and I shaped the smoke into a globe that sealed it within.

Suzanne had already lost interest, it seemed, too enthralled by the can in her hand to notice if I cared or not. I drifted away from Brad when his football buddies began a spitting contest, trying not to judge him too harshly for being disgusting. A thick puff of wood smoke erupted from the fire as I passed, making me choke and wave my hand to clear it. I stumbled on a small collection of kids hovered around a joint, the musty, tart odor making me flinch. Did I mention drugs were worse for witches? Talk about accessing some scary power. A little weed was a great way to accidentally tap into raising the dead or calling up more unpleasant things that go bump in the night. I waved at the strong