Priori Incantatem Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Kael’s jaw tightened. Harry chuckled low, stepping closer to me. “Good, tell them, own it. You are not their doll to control. You are fire, and fire cannot be caged.” Headmistress Morwen slammed her staff against the floor, magic crackling in the air. “Enough!” she roared. “Aria Blackwell, you are hereby—” “Try it,” Harry cut in, his tone soft but deadly. The air in the hall froze. Even Headmistress Morwen stood still,her eyes narrowed at him.

By the tone of sarcasm in my voice and my crooked smile it was there time to fume in anger and that exactly what they did. "You can never make us bow to you, you are weak, you can do noth-" before he could finish his words I commanded "KNEEL YOUR HEAD BEFORE YOUR ALPHA." Every wolf that surrounded me, either in front of me or in back involuntary knelt their head before me. That was the power an alpha hold inside themself. Whenever an alpha commanded their fellow tribe people, they had to follow the command even if they didn't want to because they are binded by alpha's words.

Merlin held his hand out so that Arianna could grab it and siphon some of his magic to help with the spell. "Repeat after me - Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San." Both the witches, Arianna And Zachary Merlin continued to chant the incantation. Simultaneously, " Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San. Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San. Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San."

Approaching her own wand to the bone white one slowly and touching tips, she intones the reversing spell. "Prior Incantato." Moving away her own wand, the bone white wand starts to spill ghostly like forms representing the spells previously casted with it. The wizards around watch it with trepidation in their hearths while the ghostly smoke takes shape. "T-Two torture curses, followed by three k-killing curses." The wizards in the room had somber looks at the revelation, like they were remembering and imagining the horrors that the wand caused. The atmosphere in the room was turning more and more depressive, until it was broken.

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

He hoped the girl in front of him turned out to be better. He sighed heavily and extracted from his jeans pocket the bundle of herbs he'd collected earlier from his room. One second. Within one second of entering the room, he'd sense the aura emanating off her. The one that distinguished her as his kind. As much as the thought delighted him, he knew it was just as terrible. He muttered the incantation again, "Incendia." The end of the sage bundle burst into flames, blazes of red with orange. Smoke drifted off it and he walked around the dungeon, knowing utterly well that her eyes watched him carefully.

I opened that book and started reading Aunt's notes. I guessed that she must have started writing it after she found the information on cor inane amulet. There were all sorts of protection spells that people used on witches for ages. I could boldly assume that 99% of them wouldn't have a slightest impact on me. Then there was information about cor inane itself. Aunt Kira even found out that the amulet could be turned to a powder and used as a poison. Kira's notes said that using less than half a gram of medium-strong, powdered cor inane could permanently deprive someone of magical abilities.

The children in the line gasps, and the chest snaps open. In the chest on a velvet pillow lies a sharp sapphire, and the Headmistress announces. "A sapphire. Apt for a telekinetic." The witches gathered burst into a cheer and clap loudly as the little girl grins, clutching the sapphire. "She'll get that in the necklace form before she starts class," Leita states. "Her aspect belongs to the paranormal category like Matron Aldar's does." “This all looks very Harry Potter-esque.” I muse. Ophelia hears this and shoots me a dirty look. “Do not speak the name of that book in my presence, I beg you.”

Because right now I wasn't sure if I could enjoy anything with someone after tasting the dark lord. My fire kindled by my own thoughts, I slid a hand into his hair and pulled him closer. “Harder!” I whispered, flipping my hair with my free hand to the back to avoid obstruction. “Bite me harder.” I paused for a second to access his expression, his hair was pouring now looking very lush and silky. I then whispered, "Fucking possess me."

You are special. "These secrets are not meant for ordinary eyes, but for magical eyes," he exclaimed, a spark of realization igniting within him. "I've been approaching this all wrong!" With newfound hope, he opened the book to a random page, his gaze transfixed on its ancient words. Taking a deep breath, he uttered an incantation. "Vinjhus exharitus." Instantly, his eyeballs turned pure white, and a brilliant light radiated from the book, directly illuminating his face.