Patronus Deer Harry Potter Novels & Stories

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A pair of leather shoes, long legs of black pants, and a black shirt…my gaze moved further to rest on pink lips left out under the black mask he wore. Who exactly was he? His rare gold colored eyes pierced through my being, and in that moment it felt as though I was bare. My nipples stirred under my wet dress, making things even worse than they already were. “Prince Darion,” The attendants chorused, their heads dropping, unable to look at the man as though he was a plague. Or perhaps someone of high status –pretty evident from his temperament. I clenched my jaw hard, feeling the swell on my cheeks. It still hurt from last night…if not even worse.

― 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.

Even in the dark, they glow as if made from gold. She inclines her head at Hera and we slowly move closer to the deer, not wanting to startle her. Usually, deer refuse to be around wolves. They are natural predator and prey after all. This one, though, looks like anything but prey. She looks like she’s a predator in her own right. As we approach her, she stands very still, letting us get closer. Hera takes a deep breath, sniffing her. ‘Magic.’ Hera whispers in our head, as if the deer can hear us.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

Then a fight between them started swiftly, canines to canines. Suddenly, a lot of pegasuses came out from a portal. Each pegasus has one rider and a wand in its hands. "Wizards!" Everyone let out, and Clinton felt relieved upon seeing his comrades. He thought his friends would never come, but now here they are coming their way into the battlefield and helping to defeat the beasts. Pterodactyl beasts quickly headed to the Wizards and attacked them. Wizards used their wands to counterattack the beasts. Pterodactyl beasts are also powerful creatures and hard to kill, but with their numbers and combined powers, they could defeat the beasts. They knew it.

Leonard chuckled. "What do you mean?" Draco asked restlessly. Leonard threw something on the carpet. It rolled and stopped not far from Draco's feet. It was a dragon's head that had been decapitated and preserved. Draco stared at the dragon's head without any reaction. He did not recognize the dragon's head. The head did not belong to Albus, Jergintarth, Zergenth, Zilpher, Urvath, or Zellin. Draco was secretly grateful that the dragon head carcass wasn't the one he knew.

The Red Moon day arrived but this time my family, the creature of full moon weren't happy. The occasion of Red Moon day came in every 3 years and that time when the moon shine upon us we all feel powerful than ever. Every wolf life depend upon it's pack and tribe so that particular day when the moon was at its peak every wolf unconsciously shape-shifts to their natural worm because wolf are most powerful at its animal form. Its been our ritual for so long, the tribe gather up together to feel enlightened, more powered and stronger.

He chanted the complicated spell for healing using the power of the earth. Eleand gently held the deer’s body and felt the rush of magic from him going to the faerie. Although, it was not that powerful. Just enough to partially close her wounds and fill a bit of her fading mana. He tried to heal her more, but the deer suddenly shone brightly—a purple light surrounding its body. The deer suddenly transformed into a golden-haired faerie with antlers. “Unaeth?” he whispered her name. She smiled and spoke an ancient faerie language.

I wished silently. Lot number after lot number, each time slot was being worked through quickly and efficiently. We were almost into the forties now. I had noticed that the first lot of every ten were supposed to be like, "prized" items. Lot one had been the young werewolf girl, lot ten had been a pregnant human whose baby would be half wizard. Lot twenty had been a full blooded wizard. Lot thirty, a fawn. Rare to come across in the wild, even more rare to catch one. The young girl, who looked to be around my age, after being brought out onto the stage, led by an absolute terror of a man, only had bloody nubs on the top of her head where her antlers should have been. They looked like they'd