Healing Charms Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I said with alarm. "Relax. I have the containment charm with me," he said, and I gave a blank look at him. What exactly was a containment charm? "What is a containment charm?" I asked Adrian. He rolled his eyes heavenward, as if praying for the patience to deal with me. "The charm was made by Mercy. It has the power to keep a demon spirit bound to an object; say a Glass bottle. I could trap the demon for now. Mercy doesn't know the banishment charms now, but she is learning and would soon be able to master it. Then she would be able to send him over," Adrian said.

“You got in!” Liam let out a whoop and ruffled my hair like an annoying older brother. “Hell yeah, Nurse Bella.” Harper just smiled and rose slowly from her chair. “Told you,” she said, reaching into her coat pocket. “You're meant for more than hiding.” She pressed something cool into my palm. A small charm—silver, shaped like a wolf’s paw, etched with delicate runes along the toes. “For luck,” she said. My throat tightened. I couldn’t speak. I just nodded, closing my fingers around the charm.

“But you should know, the loaner is pretty strong herself. She’s not very ordinary herself. The very things she preached against me having, she has got some of those things. In fact, she’s gotten worse. She deals with some very dangerous enchantments that she uses to protect herself.” I shrugged. Of course, I knew that. We had even done some things together ourselves. But I wasn’t stupid enough to let the healer know about my little secret. “Well, that can always be handled, can’t it? I mean, every charm enchantment has an antidote against it; am I wrong?” She stared blankly before nodding her head. “Well, you are not wrong. But I do not know the charm she uses by name.” “That won’t be a pro

He turned his burning gaze to Charlotte, "you must ensure they do not disrupt my plans this time and kill that brat while you are at it. Succeed, and I will grant you the ultimate love philter, a potion that will make that prince yours, body and soul." A tear-shaped jewel, glowing with a sickly pink light, materialized in his palm before he willed it away. Charlotte gasped, a covetous smile spreading across her lips. "Of course, Revered One. I want him gone anyways." She bowed once more and scurried from the hall, her mind already weaving new, deadly schemes.

Alive. Grace hands me a new potion, this one a soft green. “Stabilizer. Sip, don’t chug.” I take a tiny drink, and the storm settles just enough that I can breathe again. “Let’s try something different,” Liam says, pulling out a small clay pot filled with herbs. “A basic binding charm. Non‑explosive.” “Good,” Noah mutters. “We like non‑explosive.” I follow the steps, crush the herbs, whisper the incantation, channel the energy into the pot. The clay glows faintly, then cracks with a soft pop.

She was carrying a small bundle of dried herbs tied with twine in the shape of a tiny person. “Hey,” she said softly, approaching the bed. “How are you feeling?” I gestured weakly to my throat, then gave a small shrug. Jade nodded in understanding. “I brought you something,” she said, placing the bundle of herbs on the table next to my bed. “It’s a healing charm. The herbs have properties that promote recovery, and I… well, I said a little blessing over them too.” She gave me a small, almost embarrassed smile. “I know it’s not much, and I know you don’t really believe in witchcraft, but I thought it might help you heal faster. A little good luck charm, you know?”

Sincere is quick to rush to my side, helping me clean and wrap my wound in silence. “I can guess you didn’t have any magic keeping you safe.” I shook my head. “When we fight, I am wearing a charm that takes some of the pain away. It helps me better embrace your attacks, and it helps me heal faster. That charm has to be blessed and spelled every day, two hours before our training, otherwise it doesn’t work. I didn’t do that today. I had no reason to.” “You took a risk,” she begins, “letting me taste you again while I was in this state.

So with that, I finally made up my mind. I took a potion inside my drawer, one that I had been keeping handy in urgent cases like this. It was a special potion given to me as a gift by one of our allies, the Witch Cavern. They specialized in making different charms like the one that would make bountiful crops, intensify the mate bond, and other stuff. Their leader gifted me a special one, a charm that could make my scent disappear for a period of time. I was saving this for so long and now, it was the time to use it.

I pressed my cheek against his back and closed my eyes. "Protective enchantments," he replied before continued to whisper some words which I did not quite catch. I unfolded my arms and faced him. "What?" He whipped the stick on his hand and spoke louder. "Cave Inimicum, Fianto Duri, Protego Horribilis, Protego Maxima, Protego Totalum, Repello Inimicum, Salvio Hexia, Muffliato, Repello Muggletum." I could not help but laugh. Oh, my God. He really was putting some protective enchantments. "You are such a legit Potterhead!"

He was finally down with the Ravenclaw curse and even though I wasn’t to be acting leader of the pack any longer, I still felt the need to practice his teachings. "What are we to do?" I asked with expectant eyes while squeezing her palms softly. "He wasn’t supposed to inherit the curse this early, Charis, he is still young." "He is not as young as you think, Melissa." Charis said, her eyes leaving mine to scan the faces of the other occupants of the room. "For now, he is still unconscious, but I have made some incantations, asking the moongoddess to give us a little more time. Hopefully he wakes up and puts his house in order before his final moment comes."