Reversal Spell Harry Potter Novels & Stories

she screamed, denying everything. The sorcerer looked up, revealing yellowed teeth and a cold smile. "Luna Alayna, you really have a poor memory. When you paid me a fortune for the surrogate pregnancy curse, you certainly didn't say that." The room fell into stunned silence. The surrogate pregnancy curse was forbidden magic in the werewolf packs. Anyone caught using it would be exiled for life. Veins bulging on his forehead, Misael kicked the sorcerer violently. "You're lying! I don't know you! Sienna must have paid you to frame us!"

The spell could only offer me a temporary reprieve, a fleeting taste of a life I could never fully have. As the sun began to sink lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the market, I felt a pang of regret. Reluctantly, I started to retrace my steps, the enchantment gradually fading away. The incantation echoed softly in my mind as I whispered, "Solis dominus, aeternum tenebras serviam." With a heavy heart, I closed my eyes and began to chant the reverse of the spell, my voice tinged with melancholy. The world around me blurred and shifted once more, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself back in the study room, the sunlight now a distant memory.

Black veins began crawling under my skin, spreading, reaching, trying to root deeper. My breath hitched, “No, no, no,” I clenched my hands. And forced myself to focus. It would kill me. Pull it back, Elara. Come on. I recited the reversal spell, “Ahhh,” I screamed as it resisted. God—it resisted. It wanted to stay. To own me. Never! I screamed, forcing the energy back, dragging it out of myself piece by piece. It burned as it felt like my soul was being ripped out alive.

Is that how he was going to continue behaving under the influence of who he wasn't? Okay, let's say the spell was a pretty good spell because Rowen was definitely a cold person, so it actually felt like seeing his nice side. “But!” Clara screamed in a high tone, taking my attention by force. “I said I can't reverse it, not that it can't be reversed. It can be reversed; I just don't know how to do it,” she finally said. At least that got my mind relaxed. It didn't even matter if there were no solutions presently; everything that mattered right at that moment was messed up.

Star growled annoyed by us being locked up like some kind of fragile item. Doing as Star said I walked towards Sid backing him into a corner and grabbing a hold of his head. Holding him firmly in place I closed my eyes and pictured Sid with Henrik clearing my mind of everything else. “Now listen to the spell he cast. It’s one that allows anyone else to leave but not us. I don’t know a lot about spells but one thing I have noticed is that the majority of them if said in reverse, breaks that spell” Stars voice was soft yet held authority as she sent feelings of calmness towards me allowing me to focus better.

There, in my mother’s handwriting, was a list of spells she had invented — each classified as X-Forbidden. Jualsra — a de-healing spell that reverses the subject’s healing process. It can reopen old wounds, both visible and invisible, physical or otherwise, returning them to their worst state. [Conditions Required: 5 years of life-force (irreversible), blood tongue, undivided visible focus on the targeted wound, chanted thrice to activate fully ।। Side Effects: Phantom pain while casting the spell, drains energy] Blood tongue was essential for nearly all forbidden spells, requiring the caster to cut, bite, or chew their tongue until their mouth filled with blood before chanting.

But Jason's childhood friend, Lilian Foster, traded her own tongue to a black-market witch for the antidote. The moment the truth was exposed, the love in Jason's eyes turned into a hatred that pierced through the bone. He sold me to the black market as a live test subject for experiments and forced me to drink a Corrosive Spellvial. My insides rotted away, and I died from sheer pain. Now, I had regressed in time, once again holding that same bottle of Love Potion. This time, I didn't hesitate. I drank it all in one swift movement.

"Because you can´t. And you won´t.” We stare across at each other for a long moment. “Do you know what´s going to happen if you reverse the spell?” “Tell me.” “Its caster will retain all memories of the alternate future they lived in, which will enable them to rectify their mistakes. Through reversing the spell, you´re simply providing the oracles with a further opportunity to succeed in their endeavors. And Seven never told you this.” I shake my head.

Toloefretus sighs, leaving the podium for me. I clasp my palms "Feki sa mon tua elon kizo!" A wand appears in my hands. "Tsk. Too easy! and she still had to recite the spell." Someone hollers from the back. The class erupts in series of laughter, making Glinda to cower her head in embarrassment. Eros shifts uncomfortably as Ketura minions' giggle excitedly. "You can do it Hermione, you can do it." I tell myself, inhaling before pointing my wand towards the dried flower.

I didn't know where I was but I noticed the houses seemed to have changed, I knew I wasn't hallucinating. Inside of me was unstable as my mind kept trying to collect what had happened, but I didn't want to recall the incident, what I had done, what I had let happen, and the power that got unleashed once again. My hands got cold and my calm breathing began to grow harsh again, as I knelt holding my chest. The image of Jeffrey was stuck in my head, at some point it went blank …. I couldn't believe it, but it wasn't there any longer. I had fainted the moment I felt the control of the spell letting go and slipping away. The last thing I could remember was their faces.