Harry Potter Wands Noble Collection Novels & Stories

“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.”

He quickly started pulling some items from Pedigrew' robes, putting them by his side on the floor. "Clear, Director Bones. Found a piece of rope, a potion that appears to have 'gone bad', 5 sickles and 14 knuts, and two wands." Moody one good eye is staring at the items, especially the wands. "I would recognize that wand anywhere. The bone white one. I am pretty sure that it is You-Know-Who's wand…" The wizards in the room gasp at that. Professor Snape approaches a little to look at it, and says.

I ask when they've finished tying me up. "So you don't knock it backwards when you're squirming," Nathan answers with a smirk. Nathan sits on the bed behind me, his leather clad legs on both sides of the chair so he has access to me with the wand. It's plugged into the wall and Nathan turns it on. I see why it's called a violet wand, it's got purple electricity going up through the middle which looks so pretty. Marcus dims the lights and stands in front of my with his arms across his chest.

What is that Brother? Nethersbane. The most magical artifact in the whole continent. It is also known as "The Holy Sword". It could kill anyone with just one slash. Ydar, being afraid that someone with ill intentions might possess this powerful thing, cast a spell on it. No one could wield it except if the sword itself will recognize them as its rightful master. " Swo, bwader wants to wab a vewey powerpyul swoyd? Yeyyy! Bwader Henry will kill mwonsters and bad guys! Bwader Henry is swo cool!"

His words replayed in my head and I shook my head negatively, he stared at me and I quickly walked up to him holding his hand. "Do you still have the gemstone that you took from the rogue leader?" I asked. "Well, yes," He said. Perfect! "Can I have a look?" I asked. He stared at me before walking to the wardrobe, I followed behind him impatiently. He glanced at me and I nodded for him to open up the wardrobe. He opened the wardrobe and I watched anxiously, he opened the wardrobe completely and our eyes widened at what we saw. The wardrobe was empty.

As I get closer, I make out small saws, carving knives, sanders, leather gloves, and odd crystals. "Good morning, class." She pushes her red hair off her shoulder, her usual flowing dress replaced with what looks like riding boots, pants, and a long sleeve shirt. "Today we are going to make our wands. Now I know many of you have had yours since you've done this with Miss Cassandra when you hit puberty." A few of the guys snicker. "However, this wand today will carry you from now until adulthood...possibly even beyond for some you. Any idea why some will need a new wand again and others not?"

My fingers brushed against the cool surface of the stone slab, and with a firm grip, I heaved it aside to reveal the hidden compartment beneath. My breath caught in my throat as I beheld the object nestled within—a wand, its surface gleaming with an otherworldly sheen. Instinctively, I reached out and grasped it, feeling its weight in my hand as if it were a living thing, pulsing with dormant power.

She cries silently, Merlin tries to hold her other hand, but she wriggles her hand free of him. “I am truly sorry, for everything I’ve put you through. If I’d had any say, I would not have done this. Any of it.” Ash nods and Kai moves to the bed with the children on as Merlin turns to inspect them. He pulls out a wand from a pocket which grows as he holds it into a long wooden staff, it was solid looking but also appears ancient, with a cluster of pale-green crystals fused into the top of it. He waves it in a circle, and a swirl of sparks flies from the crystal.

Not after the way I begged him to ruin me. He reaches over me to the nightstand, the one that used to hold Ethan’s watch and wedding ring. His fingers fumble in the drawer, then come back with something heavy, something that hums to life with a low, menacing buzz the second he switches it on. The wand. Thick-headed, corded, the kind that’s more machine than toy—powerful enough to rattle bones. He’s had it hidden here for years, maybe longer. I don’t ask. I don’t care.

I pulled my head back and waved my hand in front of me to disperse the air. I looked inside the box with a raised brow. Lying on top of red silk cloth was a wand-like device but longer. It was about the same size as a sword. I grabbed the wand from the box with a raised brow. “Sir Terrence? I don’t know if this is obvious but I am a tamer. Not a witch. How can an overgrown wand be suitable for me?” Nate came closer to my side and observed the strange wand with me as well. Terrence simply laughed at our ignorance as he carefully placed the box on the ground. “It’s not a wand. Rather, it’s a dual weapon. Would you like me to show you?” He asked.