Harry Potter Wand Guy Novels & Stories

You know, that was how to trump any argument. I’d nodded, glancing around at the snarling Alphas. “He can have his whole life, if I’m gobbled up by the big bad wolves. I was meant to be solving a murder and stopping a war but…” Jeremy snorted. “Look you, was I Claimed by a sorceres or a Muggle?” I’d raised my eyebrow. “What, even with a wolve, I can’t escape the Harry Potter jokes?” Jeremy slunk to his feet. “That depends if you want to see my wand?”

It’s dangerous yet I find myself wanting those captivating eyes to never look away. It frightens me to my core and I panic. “My real name is Harry and I come from a hidden world known as Hogwarts. My grandmother is Gandalf.” I sound stupid, I’m so stupid. The fumbling words leave my mouth before I can control them. I expect confusion from him, or maybe he’d look at me like I am some weirdo, but…he laughs. He laughs out freely. The laughter stems deep from within him, rich with real cheerfulness. As always, I’m entranced by it. The wind picks up the sound fast, playing it in the air.

Two months went by and we were also a week away from Matt's 18th birthday. The man loves to read, so I decided to buy him the complete series of Harry Potter. He loves the books more than the movies. He couldn't afford the whole series, so this is the perfect gift. And also, the wand. He is a Potter head. I saw him walking to his locker, I ran towards him and jumped on his back. "There she is." He chuckled. "You're almost eighteen." I said while hugging him. He's older than us for a few months.

He sat opposite a wizard dressed in a green robe, aged around fifty years old, with gray hair, and a long beard under his lips, looking very fairy-like. Standing behind Allen family was a strong man nearly two meters tall, with uneven muscles on his body, as if made of iron, standing behind him, but this person seemed to be injured. One hand was wrapped in cloth and plaster, hanging around the neck. Not long ago, this person was given a Big Bear's arm by Cadell Marcus Hall, and behind him stood ten big men wearing black suits. Next to the Wizard's relatives, there was also a beautiful woman wearing a black long dress, carefully practicing tea next to the Wizard.

"People born with magical abilities can use magical wands. That's a special wand. It won't work for anyone other than me. Give it back before you hurt yourself. I have not concerned about you but if you get pain, it will affect her which I don't want to happen." Maayan warned and I wondered what's the speciality to that wand that made Maayan so tensed. But Akhilan didn't seem to listen to him. "Let's see." He muttered and I saw him blowing on the end of the wand and a breeze of fire came out of the tip of the wand. I gasped and got down from the counter. "How did you do that?" I asked in complete awe. "Impossible!" I turned towards Maayan on hearing his voice in disbelief.

he said to Kaida, who nodded. "Yeah, I did. I owe you one," she told me. I smiled and shook my head. "Let's leave it at that. I'm cashing it out on you helping me bring Dalia along." At that point, a golden-haired man came striding across the grounds with the kind of confidence that demanded attention. He was dressed similarly to Riven in midnight blue with silver threading that caught the light. "That's Harrion, the prince's half-brother," I heard Kaida say

“How do you even come up with these things?” Harry grinned proudly, leaning back in his chair. “It’s a gift, really. I consider myself a prank prodigy.” “Prodigy or not, you’re going to get expelled one of these days,” Lucas said, his voice light but laced with warning. “And I'm not going to help you this time if anything happened.” “This time?!” I questioned and Harry snorted, shrugging his shoulders. Next, he waved Lucas off. “Nah, they love me. Besides, someone’s got to keep things interesting.”

He parts from yet another rough kiss, the nasty, annoying smirk appearing on his lips. "Jealous much?" "Fuck you..." Suddenly, the howling crowd went silent. There was an incredible shift in the air, I couldn't pin point the feeling but it hit at the back of my neck. A response to threat, is such a reaction. Turning around, I see the wizard, looking old yet with jet black hair and tight skin, wearing sunglasses in the dimness of his own house, was him. Charles Glen, the Wizard.

I said in all honesty. “Wow, thanks, that's deep coming from you,” he said trying to hide the heat creeping to his cheeks. Yeah right, boys blush too. “How did you escape?” Kyle asked. “Nobody can hold down a great wizard like me,” he said proudly. After which he softens his voice to say “although I had help from one of the oracle's apprentices” “It's so good to see you,” Kyle said hugging Harry again. I seriously was getting uncomfortable with all the hugs Kyle was giving him. I honestly understand that she missed him for the time he was away.

The group of men filter behind the grizzly bear in front of us. Gee-gee lets out an over exaggerated laugh. “Oh, I’M SORRY, I must be misunderstanding you. Did you just call your FUTURE QUEEN a mud-blood?” Before he can respond she continues. “What is this? Fucking Harry Potter?” The man sniffs his nose before spitting on the ground in front of me. “She’s no future Queen of mine.” The men behind him yell out their agreement. I take a step closer to the man and give him a sinister smile. “What is your name, sir?” I bat my eyes at him.