Harry Potter Wand Generator Novels & Stories

Low, amber strips that glow along the floorboards, creating a mood of heavy, golden anticipation. I walk to the back cabinet. It’s lacquered black wood, imposing and silent. I open it. Inside, coiled like sleeping snakes, are hanks of jute rope. They aren't the soft silk sashes we used before. These are raw, treated hemp. They smell of earth and oil. They have texture. They bite. Next to them sits a case lined in velvet. I open it. The Violet Wand. It’s an electro-stimulation device. A sleek, black handle with a glass electrode attachment shaped like a mushroom. It looks scientific, almost clinical, until you press the button and see the purple plasma arc crackle inside the glass.

“Let’s get you that wand.” He motioned for me to follow him toward a lit-up display case, and I gasped when I saw the amount of wands being stored in the case. They were all different sizes with different colored gems around their handles. Each wand was made of a different cut of wood and even their handles were different colors. “I don’t know how to pick. They are all so beautiful,” I whispered, staring at the collection in awe. “You don’t choose a wand,” Mr. Crawlsy snickered. “The wand chooses you.”

she handed it to me. I accepted it. “What is this?” I asked, confused. Trying to think of something. I did not recognize it. “It’s not yet my birthday,” I whispered. “Open it,” she ordered. I opened it. Inside the box was a white wooden wand, three emerald jewels embroidered on its side. “What! Y-you're giving me a wand? But I do not know how to use any spells,” I said.

she explained, already emptying her kit on the floor to get to work. “You can have half my body’s fluids if that’ll hasten things,” Alex was already using his dagger to slit his wrist as he spoke. Hyacinth quickly fetched an empty potion bottle and handed it to him, “the only fluid I need is your blood in here. Pass it along to your brothers when you’re done.” “And how long will it take you to forge a wand and open the portal?” Blake’a nervous tone matched the nerves wrecking me from the inside out. “An hour is all I need, trust me,” she assured us.

A blue light was cast on her elbow, and within moments the gash healed on her own. “Wow! This is magical.” Vivian said, caressing the spot where there was a gash just a few seconds ago. “Here, keep it safe and use it wisely. It works on a mix of Uranium and Plutonium. It will run out of power after a few times.” He said, handing the wand to Vivian. “Thank you, Mr. Dixon. You are awesome.” Vivian said, throwing her arms around him. Mr. Dixon was startled for a moment, but then he hugged her back.

For eight years, I and my two kid sisters together with my mother suffered hell, my mother had been compelled to look for a cleaning job in a Backery here in Scotswood, Newcastle shortly after my dad passed away, we also moved to a small apartment which my mom could afford the rent. We had been compelled to go into the new apartment one year after the demise of my dad, we were forcefully move out of our apartment. Feeding became a challenge, all my father's investment were claimed by a strange woman who had proven to be the next of kin to my father, she claimed all his investments and properties. My mom told us how that the lady by the name kate was to get married to my dad, but that she was