Harry Potter Wand Holly Novels & Stories

“Have a dose of Wolfsbane, Holly! And wait for me in the afterlife.” Wolfsbane! Irina injected Holly with f*cking Wolfsbane!

I can't wait to be a worthy opponent. Holly goes out and, after a few minutes, she comes back with a cart. It looks heavy and there's something she's covered inside it. I wonder what it will be this time. My heart pounds in my chest at the thought of the possibilities. Isolde steps closer to the cart when Holly lets go of it. She does the honours and pulls the cover away. I see it. A wolf lies there stiff as a rock and her white fur shines as bright as the stars. She's truly beautiful, but I also notice she's dying.

I ask, “Is there anything you can give me to help me for this journey? I don’t know what I’ll need, but I need all the help I can get if I’m going up against Xavier Black and his pack.” Cora pats my shoulder before walking to the stairs that lead to her office. When we get in there she immediately starts getting to work on different potions and then tells me, “I was going to wait to give you this, but now seems as good a time as any.” She sets down a black wand with white swirls throughout it. I look at her with wide eyes and she says, “I had to use some of your DNA to make it perfectly personalized to you. Because of this it should make it easier for you to cast spells. Magic is not somethi

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

A proctor in pristine white robes stood on the platform, his expression stern. When they saw the wand in my hand, the crowd stared. "Gods, does she really think she can pass the trial with that thing?" "It's always the ugly ones who try the hardest. As if a fancy prop could hide what she is. Trash is still trash." "Is she trying to upstage our Isabella?" "Hah! Well, she succeeded. As a clown." "Please. Isabella's wand is laurel wood with a pure mana crystal. Lord Adrian chose it for her himself. And this girl shows up with a toy? She's not even in the same league."

Said Sekora shaking her head. “What kind of sword was it?” Asked misses Spinet. “The Phoenix Wing sword, it has a wing on the hilt.” Said Sekora. “Oh you mean the one Marcus found and was killed over, crazy old fool, that’s in our shed in the back yard.” Said misses Spinet pointing out of a large window. “Can we see it?” asked Sekora getting all excited. “In the morning, once the kids de-gnome the yard.” Said misses Spinet. “Aw mom do we have to?” asked the children dropping their heads.

The knife-wielding, blood magic practicing pre-school teacher, was an enigma I planned to learn more about. Holly’s eyes roamed Rowena’s face, undoubtedly seeing the same radiance I had first noticed. She brushed the strands of onyx hair from her face, the same color and length as my own. It was the only feature, along with our slate-grey eyes, that Holly and I shared. “You’re the blood-witch?” Was all she said, her voice much softer than mine.

It fit snugly in her palm and she smiled at the warmth. “It’s made from the branch of a four-hundred-year-old white oak, soaked in holy water, until the color was bleached out of it. The end, past those markings, is carved from the scapula bone of an angel.” Serenity’s gaze snapped to the end of the wand, as her hand flew open. She turned it, noticing for the first time, the small holes in the end, the webbing of bone. She stared at it, wondering if she should put it back. She didn’t want anything to do with angels… But the more she held it, the more she was convinced, it was hers and hers alone.

However, I was rooted to the spot out of intense fear as the vicious figure advanced towards me at a towering height. The witch drew out a wand from inside her cloak: a nearly eight-inch long black coloured crooked stick, assumingly made out of wood with a pointed edge. It was the most powerful and enchanting object used by wizards and other magical beings in the world and, into the wrong hands, was a weapon of mass destruction. I had been enlightened about this marvellously magical object by my nurse during her bedtime stories. Ironically, I was petrified at finally viewing this object in reality while I was so awestruck to hear it about all those years ago.

He did not even look this happy when he had won the Science Olympiad a year ago. "Of course you are." I stood on the tip of my toes and gave his cheek a kiss. "So, what is that?" I pointed at the stick he was holding. Hunter looked surprised. "You do not know?" He brought the stick closer until I could finally see what it was. It was a replica of the Elder Wand, the most powerful wand in the history of magic wands. "Did you put the pieces back again? I remember Harry broke that one in Deathly Hallows."