Hermione Granger First Wand Novels & Stories

It can't be her. “Was that someone? Talk to me Hermione. That book was actually given to me by my grandmother before she was killed in the war between the witches and werewolves. I can't loose that ...” My grandmother sobs for the very first time ever, Ketura pulls her into a hug. I fight the urge to roll my eyes at them. “So, what do we do now?” I ask with my arms akimbo.

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

I looked up resigned to my future. Gan-Gan walked over to the wall that had the weapons on it and the curtain began to rise. “I thought you said I wouldn’t need any of these today?” I said as I followed behind her. She opened a small panel that revealed multiple wands. All with different kinds of crystals. She pulled one of the wands off the wall that was white with a Blue Angelite crystal.

he asked quietly, “that telling me this might cost you your chance to go to the battlefield?” “If I hadn’t broken her work, that opportunity would have belonged to her.” After a pause, Lan said, “In that case, study the commission first.” He looked at me and smiled faintly, his eyes shining like violet crystal. “If you truly want me to take her back… then put your heart into crafting this wand.” “Alright!” I agreed with one hundred and twenty percent confidence. But about five minutes after Lan left, I completely regretted being so confident. The commission listed only five primary materials:

The archbishop sighed, "I should have reached out to you sooner..." "For what?" "Actually..." Hank answered on behalf of the archbishop, noticing the hesitation on the old man's face, "The wand, its history involves not just us, but your bloodline as well..." "Well, if you mean the wand's creator being the first luna of our pack, mate of the great alpha Erebus, I already know." Edmund waved his hand lazily, "You-you! You know?!" Hank exclaimed, blinking in shock. "Alpha Erebus allowed her to leave with the wand, so I'm not here to take it back." Edmund let out a short laugh, "If that's what you are worried about."

Not many people take a second look on the simple wand. It was indeed simple. I am guessing it was around 12 inches long. It was inlaid with small gemstones on its white body. At its other end, there hang three pieces of white ruby on a small, silver chain. As I was staring at it, I heard a voice talking behind me. “It was said to be used by the first person who had his early awakening. I heard that he had double powers before he died.” I turned around and saw that it was Jean. Trudging behind him was Greyson with his hands on his pocket and a laid back expression on his face.

The warlock turned sharply and halted them mid stride. "Three of you," his steel voice addressed, "to the front of the class, now." All the witches seated casted their gazes at the three witches, some worried,some, curious. The three witches; Snow, Apple and October trudged onwards. He said something to them giving them each a black sack. They nodded their heads and went round the class, distributing pruned tree branches. The witches seated stared at the sticks in wonder, then Eirwen spoke up, her voice incredulous. "Is this a wand?" She asked.

He looked relieved by the subject change, but his body was still tense. “The magic shop,” he answered. “It’s time you got your first wand.” Excitement pulsed through my veins as my eyes whipped in his direction. “Seriously?” I asked, my smile only growing wider. He nodded his head thoughtfully. “Yes. It’ll be easier for you to do magic with a wand; it also makes your spells stronger,” he explained. “You’re going to want to practice with it before the challenges.” “What exactly are these challenges going to consist of?” I asked.

he said and recited a ritual afterward. As Hunter was saying all those things, my mind was busy inspecting the woman's figure. I think I know her. She looks familiar to me. Soon, the woman moved. "She's moving," Conrad declared. "Thanks to uncle," Greg said proudly. "It's the wand that healed her," Hunter reckoned. "But it won't heal if you are not the one who uses it, right?" Greg insisted. "Wands can't just be used by anyone," Hunter spoke. "They only follow their master's command. So, yes, I cured her." Hunter surrendered. His nephew won't stop so he just agreed.

Alex was spread-eagled bare chested across the spinning Earth, which in itself made me dizzy. His skin was purpled with bruises, as he hung like a beaten god over the world. Jeremy whined, clasping his arms around King. Jason’s glossy black hair fell across her brother’s white like she was hugging him, but then I noticed the twisted Hermione’s wand that sparked in her hand, if Hermione had been a Dominatrix (and there was my cousin’s kinky fantasy fulfilled), motherents before she thrust it against Alex’s gut.