Mermaid Harry Potter Novels & Stories

The air formed a hurricane that trapped us into it. Liam stood, looking at the wall of wind that surrounded them. I continued saying the incantations like the well learned witch I was. The purple goo in the pot brought itself out and formed a ball. The ball of purple potion reformed itself to form the shape of a mermaid. A gasping mermaid replaced the purple potion’s shape. The whirlwind stopped and the mermaid fell on the floor. “Put her in the glass box of water. She will regain consciousness afterwards.” Liam carried the unconscious mermaid and put her into the pool. “The potion took hold of her body forcefully. She was in shock. Give her a few minutes to wake.”

“My parents died and then I was all alone and –” “Alright, I get it.” Mordred cuts Kiera off brusquely. There’s a long moment of silence, and blood rushing in my ears is so loud it almost blocks out his next words. “Do you want to make some money?” “How?” Kiera asks, somehow managing to entwine distrust in her frail tone. “I’m looking for mermaids.” He answers simply, “Young ones mostly, but I’ll take any who can still produce tears.” A decidedly cunning note propels his next words, “having a pair of eyes here could be useful.”

Dragon magic was very rare. The students cheered, excited she had dragon magic. As they did, the orb changed color again. This time to Indigo. One of the teacher's gasped. Unicorn magic. A first. No other student had unicorn blood. Snow was shocked as were the other teachers, I could tell, but they worked to keep their faces serene. I looked at Sera. "Very good. You may be seated." "What did the final color represent?" she asked, her eyes filled with intensity.

Yet, for the time being, the long years of injury left me unable to reclaim the ethereal voice I once possessed. As the princess of the merfolk, I had been meant to uphold the order of the seas and safeguard this vast, blue realm. But whenever I patrolled the waters, my gaze inevitably drifted toward the brilliant coral reefs, my heart heavy with memories of what I had lost. … One day, as I wandered near the coral formations, I heard the soft stir of a current behind me. I turned to see a merfolk knight clad in silver-scaled armor. It was Drake Gibson. His gaze was calm and gentle, as though he could see right through someone. Yet, he never pried into my past. Instead, he chose to remain qui

was this boost of confidence because of the other half of the orient pearl residing inside of my chest? I held into my chest and tried to scrub it gently, I wanted to feel the pearl inside of me but when I find myself looking weird, I immediately stop. Magindara and I stop when we reach the ground where a lot of jars are kept. From different sizes and colors. The whole place appears like Magindara’s secret laboratory for me. I didn’t know that a mermaid creature like her could also be a witch that’s good with potions “These are medicinal herbs. I thought I had to tell you before you actually might think I am doing some creepy sorcery over here.” She said as if she just heard what I thought.

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

“Now, what did Jonathan write?” “Let’s see. Scepter equals Excalibur. Sword of Gryffindor rules. Mirror of Erised.” I squinted a little as I read the handwritten note. Isis shifted in my lap, turning to look at me, utterly confused. “I’m not sure I understand that. Why does Jonathan go from talking about Excalibur to Harry Potter? I mean, both are British, and Merlin is in both, though obviously only spoken of in Harry Potter.” Isis’s brow was furrowed as she tried to understand that strange way my friend’s mind works.

But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real. "Wait, so there are actually people with magical powers?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around this new information. "Yes, and it's not just limited to humans. There are also fantastic creatures like dragons, unicorns, and even talking paintings," She replied, her eyes sparkling with wonder. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like a world full of endless possibilities and adventure. "And the best part is, Harry Potter, the famous wizard, goes to Hogwarts too. He's the chosen one, destined to defeat the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort," Renee continued, her voice filled with excitement.

My hand was back to its hideous features as I let go of her. Moments later I was sucked back to my chamber, I hurriedly went back to the book and flipping it back and forth. "The Damnation Curse of the Sorceress" it was stated there that the curse could never be broken, unless with a special power of the chosen one. I had found the chosen one, and the healer, then I had found the witch moments ago, the sorceress heir. I recognized the light brown eyes and the freckles, all of her people had the same exact characteristic features.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.