Harry Potter Splinched Novels & Stories

I wasn’t aware of any device that could nullify a witches spell. “What do you mean?” Lucas asked throwing my inquisition at their face and slowly Kevins eyes landed on mine. “Its a dark object, something called the splinx.”

Afterward, they placed a pill inside Draco’s mouth. After Draco took the pill, he calmed down and lost consciousness. ‘What’s going on?’ A lot of people were confused when they saw this. ‘Why did they knock their own team member out?’ David lifted his Evil-Splitting Sword to look at it. There was a faint redness on it. Even though he had chopped off one of Draco’s arms, there was no blood on the sword. ‘Perhaps the Evil-Splitting Sword doesn’t only slash all things evil,’ David thought to himself.

Liliana Harry said nothing. Instead, he turned and walked to his backpack, crouching beside it as he rifled through the contents. I tried again to push myself up, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. I was too dizzy, I watched him pull out a large plastic container, orange and square shaped, the kind used for cleaning fluid or motor oil. My stomach twisted with dread. “No,” I whispered.

I continue to watch as Serena suddenly smirks, the kind of smirk that could make someone's heart waste away with absolute fear. She stretches her left hand, and I watch as the witches and wizards instantly freeze in their positions. Their bodies begin to take on a kind of strange shape, as though something is moving internally, breaking their bones apart and forcing them to move in ways that are against their own will.

“Hazel said 3-7 days…” “Like I said,” Araminta places her hand over mine. “You are a very special witch in a very special circumstance. Don’t worry,” she glares at Sly, “Ms Sparks told me that you need to be airborne in about 4 hours, so I have a short-term fix until you can make it home and get regular treatments.” “Another potion,” I ask, thinking of poor Sly and his bite. “Pills actually,” Hazel walks in rattling a small glass vial which she hands to Araminta.

“I’m not touching that. I’ll get tetanus or something.” Harry glanced over at me with a flat, unimpressed look. “And you think I’m going to touch it?” I tried to stare him down. “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who wanted to be the hero. So go ahead and be the hero, Harry. Open it. Don’t let me stand in your way.” Harry looked at the knob, then at me, then back at the knob, and the devil grinned. I expected something stupid like ‘open sesame’ or ‘alohomora’. But nope, he had to be dumb but piss me off at the same time as well.

He bit my chest with his mouth through the clothes, and I screamed in pain. In a panic, I noticed a white round pillar standing next to the bed, and a crystal flower pot was placed on the pillar.So I hooked the pillar hard with my feet to tilt it in my direction.I freed up one hand to grab the crystal flowerpot, and while Hagrid was not paying attention, I smashed the flowerpot hard at Hagrid's head. When I hit him for the first time, Hagrid was stunned. He raised his head and looked around, as if looking for something to hit his head.So my hand smashed hard behind him again, twice, and three times in a row.

He wondered if Harry had some kind of supernatural ability or if there was another explanation for the strange occurrence. Harry sighed in frustration and tried to suppress the pain. He covered one eye with his hand and then opened it again. Instantly, one of Harry's eyes glowed with a fiery yellow hue. He groaned and struck the restroom mirror, causing it to crack. Arlo was startled by the noise and made a sound, alerting Harry to the fact that he was not alone in the restroom. Harry turned and moved closer to Arlo, intending to investigate the source of the noise. However, Arlo reacted much quicker and without making a sound. He swiftly moved to another location just as Harry checked where

"Fix it." His voice was calm. Deadly calm. Lily nodded rapidly. "Yes, sir! Right away, sir!" Alexander sighed, rubbing his temple. "And bring me coffee. Black. No sugar. No cream. No nonsense." "Of course! Absolutely!" Desperate to redeem herself, Lily grabbed the coffee cup from her desk—the same one she had been holding since she walked in—and spun around too quickly. The next few seconds happened in slow motion. Her foot slipped. Her grip failed.

’ *** Under everyone’s gaze nearby, The Great Icebound Spell that Alex had activated instantly froze the old monk. Brr! The old monk’s body turned into an ice sculpture under the extreme cold. He then cracked open. Finally, he shattered on the ground into dust. “Sir, you’re so awesome! “Sir, I knew it. How could this old fart be a match for you?” Hermione ran over, looking flattered. Yes. Now she had made up her mind to ride on Alex’s coattails tightly. Frostine looked at Hermione, puzzled. She could not figure it out at all. What strange event had happened between the two of them?