Harry Potter Yule Log Novels & Stories

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

Every flicker of his storm-gray eyes in my direction when he thought I wasn't watching. "Competitors," Vera's voice echoed. "Enter." The doors swung open. The Council chamber had been transformed. The thirteen thrones still stood in their arc, but the center of the room was cleared. A large stone basin sat on the floor, its rim carved with unfamiliar, ancient symbols that seemed to pulse with a faint, reddish light. In the center of the basin, a fire burned—not orange or yellow, but red, the color of blood.

After a moment, Lucia walked out of the chamber with calculated grace. Logan stood still for a while, then walked to his hidden shelf behind the closet. From a carved wooden compartment, he brought out a small bottle filled with shimmering blue liquid. The clarity potion. He uncorked it and drank the contents in one swift gulp. Almost immediately, a shudder ran through his body. His breathing slowed. The fog in his mind lifted like clouds parting for the sun. He blinked and straightened up, clarity shining in his once-confused eyes.

"We end up taking the remaining potion as well as a pencil and paper out to the bar. I get things set up for the evening while Harry alternates between writing down lists of different holidays and occasions and flinging the potion around the room to watch the clouds float around. We still have some potion left when I open up for the evening, although I’ve put it behind the bar, not wanting anyone to mistake it for a beverage. I don’t think it would do any serious damage. But I bet they would be hiccuping up glitter for weeks at the very least.

Just like I did with the golden dagger and spell book. I arrived back at the pack’s manor to have a bath and get a briefing on what Logan was doing today. I equally informed him of how training went and for a second, I saw a flicker of anger in his eyes, but I found this rather normal because he was right to be worried about my welfare. Waddling down the stairs, Logan and I sauntered into the common room where the witches had gathered the condiments for the spells to locate any of my family that still existed. Greta was turning on the candles, which formed a circle.

It stared and blinked its bean-shaped eyes at the barren piece of land. "Where's Logan?" Violet's heart sank. She wondered if he had been killed by Master Twight's attack. She quickly pushed that thought out of her mind. Logan was a Grade 7 Chrysopoeia practitioner, after all. Selene stared at the empty ground incredulously. Her mind was filled with questions, but she subconsciously believed that Logan would not lose. This was because she could still feel the Lock Spell Logan had placed on her. They were still preoccupied with their questions when a crack appeared on the ground. Then, a pair of arms emerged and tore the ground apart. The person took a step forward. It was Logan.

After a moment, Lucia walked out of the chamber with calculated grace. Logan stood still for a while, then walked to his hidden shelf behind the closet. From a carved wooden compartment, he brought out a small bottle filled with shimmering blue liquid. The clarity potion. He uncorked it and drank the contents in one swift gulp. Almost immediately, a shudder ran through his body. His breathing slowed. The fog in his mind lifted like clouds parting for the sun. He blinked and straightened up, clarity shining in his once-confused eyes.

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.