Ron Weasley Patronus Novels & Stories

' Caroline mouthed instead of shouting loud. "Now, I would like you to show everyone a presentation with which I can explain in a better way that how I will be taking the company to the next level of success." Saying this, the presentation began but instead of any slides related to work. It was the pictures of Caroline with her Uncle Oli in which she was hugging him happily, and in the next picture, she said kissed his cheek, and in the next picture, Oliver Weasley kissed her forehead.

I saw the way she watched the wolf. Her own wolf was drawn to him, her twin’s aura surged as she watched my youngest son’s wolf take its first form. The small smirk she wore had my blood run cold, she waved off my worries with an eye roll. Tartarus was a huge black wolf with a gold crescent moon on his forehead and gold eyes. Orion thought I was worrying too much that he was born to rule that army for his brother. Orion touches my hand pulling me from my inner thoughts of our son and his wolf. He has a slight frown on his face, so I offer him a small smile.

Nora whispered, holding her hand out to Mallory. Mallory wrapped her hand around Ronan’s and with the other took her mother’s as she stood. A glow began to radiate around Mallory more brighter than anyone had witness before. The packs around her began to glow with amber eyes. They all bowed their heads to her as they did. Mallory locked eyes with her father, a small smile on his lips as he bent his head slightly. Aurora pushed forward in her, her eyes glowing bright amber. Ronan felt Pax move forward as he sensed Aurora, excitement coursing through him as he now could meet his other half.

As she had noticed me trying to say the spell correctly. The woman's voice repeated the incantation, guiding me through its intricate nuances. Slowly, I began to mutter the words, their weight settling upon my tongue. " Vendrevious mgeheridous," With each utterance, the air around us crackled with energy, and my amulet began to glow with increasing intensity. As the final syllable left my lips, Rona's eyes widened in astonishment. My amulet radiated a blinding light, illuminating the room and revealing an image suspended within the glow. It was Rurac, his eyes filled with determination, poring over a massive book that looked quite old and dusty.

The blond boy slowed to a stop and looked at the scaly creatures which were circling and diving. "Those are wyverns. Did Aurora teach you nothing?" Brinn huffed as she caught up with him. She was trying not to use too much of her wind magic because she knew that it would be needed all too soon. She was a fast runner even without the wind, but over such a long distance, she was beginning to fall behind her unicorn's gait. "If she told me, I did not listen," Alaron admitted. "That's the story of your life," the elf retorted with a snort.

“Don’t I need to pack and…” Waving a dismissive hand she laughs. “That’s what servants are for, Little Sister. Right now this is your job.” The first dragon I face is my nephew, Orion. He is a very unique type of dragon, a combination of fire, sky, and water--a storm dragon. There have been other storm dragons in the past, but currently, he is the only one living in the Celestial Kingdom. “He’s just a boy!” I glare at Ona. “I am not hurting him.”

Carson gave me a little pout. "Ok, I was thinking about Harry Potter and what he would have done in a situation like that, so I pointed the stick and yelled EXPELLIARMUS!" Everyone froze, Declan's mouth hit the table. Cleo and Gerry were giving me the 'what the fuck' look. Carson was the first one to topple over with laughter. "Fuck Luna. You are one crazy girl, you're lucky you're Gidian's mate or else you would have been a goner." He continued his laughter.

Even the wind silenced itself. A faint shimmer glowed beneath my paws, spiraling outward in soft silver rings. I looked up at Wallace and could tell he was just as surprised as I was. What was happening? My fur lit with it—moonlight…magic? And Ronan… he stirred. His fingers flexed, claws sinking into the snow. His chest hitched. I closed my eyes, pressing my forehead to his. “Please,” I whispered. “Don’t go.” The glow grew stronger. The silver pulse deepened.

His eyes which had returned to their normal, grey hue turned green - bright, dazzling and comforting to Cwena. He stretched out his hands, closed his eyes for a few seconds and moved his lips in small, unreadable trends, muttering a spell. The wand shook on the ground, raised to air and flew straight into his hands. “Evictendius Relarmus!” Sir Oswic commanded in a booming voice as he managed to turn and look at the tyronimic. A massive gust of wind, almost as intense as the first sprang out of the wand and pushed the tyronimic backwards a bit and him forward, out of the tyronimic's grip - not before it yanked off a piece of his leg's flesh.

There and then, she knew that a new bond had been formed. •• For non-potterheads, Fluffy is a three-headed dog that guards the trap door leading to the sorcerer's stone. And if you've only watched the movies and haven't either of the books, WYD?🙄😒 If you have neither read nor watched the HP Movies, we can't be friends 😒 Anyway, back to the new ship 😈 Musnoor, Limnoor, Limhud? 😂 Tables are about to be shooked, 😈 who's ready?