Healing Spell Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I was a white witch and healing is my favorite spells and potions. I focus more on that area even though werewolves can heal themselves. I just really like healing and helping others. Knock. Knock. I knocked two times but no one replied. Maybe he is not yet awake. I sat beside him and checked his wound . His physical wound is now gone and healed, but it looks like there is still some poison in his blood. It is the reason why he is still unconscious. I opened the spellbook that I brought to find some spells. I bit the tip of my finger when I found the spell that I was looking for.

There was only little he could do as a mindreader, and werewolves were bullies even to fellow werewolves, not to talk about mindreaders or seers who couldn't defend themselves at all. I held his shoulder and he winced in pain. I whispered some words under my breath and his shoulder moved back to its normal position and he felt no more pain. Even his bruises, his swollen eyes and every other thing. I had cast a total healing spell on him, I had probably healed more than the damages the werewolves did on him. “Wait, I can't believe this, I feel no pain anymore, how did you do this?” I smiled at him and gave him a playful wink. “If I explained to you for three hours, you would end getting more

I thought as a slight tears dropped from my eyes. I raised up my heads and saw Dracon casting a spell but I don’t know why he was casting it. It was an healing spell but not just a normal healing spell, a powerful healing spell, the one that doesn’t just work on normal wolves or witches but a very powerful one. “What is happening ?” I questioned myself but my head was blank because they was no answer to my question. Dracon was still casting the spell when he started loosing consciousness and blood was slowly gushing from his nose.

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.

There was only little he could do as a mindreader, and werewolves were bullies even to fellow werewolves, not to talk about mindreaders or seers who couldn't defend themselves at all. I held his shoulder and he winced in pain. I whispered some words under my breath and his shoulder moved back to its normal position and he felt no more pain. Even his bruises, his swollen eyes and every other thing. I had cast a total healing spell on him, I had probably healed more than the damages the werewolves did on him. “Wait, I can't believe this, I feel no pain anymore, how did you do this?” I smiled at him and gave him a playful wink. “If I explained to you for three hours, you would end getting more

"Xander would freak—" He waved me off. "It's date night. Those two won't be back until morning. Come on. I know you want to so bad." He held out his hand to me. Eyes narrowed, I took it, and he tugged me out of my bedroom before I had my chance to thank him. It turned out that repeating a spell over and over again could make it work in bits. I felt much better after chanting the healing spell over fifty million times—okay, I overdid it, but just know it was a lot.

Knowing more would be arriving, she knew she had to do the spell again if she were to save Hunter. Standing up, using the wall for support, she raised her hand and threw it down, once again killing every werewolf within 300 feet. Falling down beside Hunter once more, she raised a shaking hand above him and began using her healing spells once more, using every ounce of her energy. "Junebug," Hunter started. He sounded better. It was working. "Shut up and heal." she commanded weakly as she continued.

After she had circled the body several times she stopped and cast a spell: “Cinis et pulvis, constringunt sanitatem lucem, de luna et dea, confima spiritum lupum” At first there was an intense red light but the more she repeated the spell, the softer the light became and then morphed into a soft blue light. When she was done she said, “I have gotten him to the point where his wolf can take over. I can’t tell you how long it will take him to heal from here. I will check on him tomorrow, but then your healers will arrive with your Delta the next day.” Then she vanished.

It was as if his explanation was a gift bestowed on me by the heavens. "About our relationship, it is what it is. If you're sick of it, you may leave any time. After all, you've been with me for nine years. Even a do—" Before he could finish his sentence, I marched forward, picked up the wine glass from the table, and splashed its contents on him. I sneered. "Here's the glass I'm raising to you, as well as to myself who was once blind." A shocked silence filled the room.

He would deal with them later. “Give me your hand,” he demanded and placed William onto the floor. “Quickly! I can’t have you dying now.” Emily hesitated, so Ambrose helped himself and snatched her wounded arm. The Fenrir cast a very effective healing spell to close the punctures in record time without even a chant. Emily felt a brief searing heat on the places that hurt, but there was not even a scratch on the spot where she was bitten after it was gone. Amazed, Emily turned around to see Ambrose activating another magic to fix the broken table. Wood started to regrow as they melded the broken pieces until only a crack remained to indicate it had once been broken. It was as steady as it use