Sleeping Spells Harry Potter Novels & Stories

He thought for a moment, "Well it does not matter. I put a spell on you. Do you know what it does?" I starred at him like the lunitic he is. He raised an eyebrow in question and then continued. "Well, you will find out in about five minutes." He laughed in satisfaction, but it sounded cruel, and I knew that I did not want to find out what the spell did. "You see, the migraine you are experiencing is an aftereffect of both spells. The one that knocks you out and the next one. The spell I cast is an enormous spell and takes a lot of energy, so I used yours. Only an original wizard can perform the spell or a royal."

I snapped with alarm. I leaned closer, clenching my fist with my heart thumping inside my chest. Dismay spread through my body as the thought of her waking up filled my mind. My body shook in fear and her last threat to me echoed in my mind. "She can't wake up, she can't," I muttered, shaking my head at the nightmare. I had to mutter the spell and cast her into a deep sleep before she would wake up. I straightened up and grabbed her pale hand before slamming my eyes shut to begin the spell.

I murmur outloud, closing the book. I've only just tried to start casting some of the simple spells within the book but I took to them rather quickly. Like something was sleeping inside me and now it is waking up. Looking at the clock I notice the time and sigh. 12:30 That's been happening a lot lately too. I lose track of time easily when I'm studying my spells. Knowing I have to meet Papa and Tessa tomorrow at the training field. I pack everything in for the night and took myself into my bed for a good night's rest.

Sara stared at the book in confusion, she checked through the pages, and a series of spells was written in the book. “Learn those spells, they will help you find out who you are.” The strange woman said, and began to slowly disappear. “Wait, you didn't tell me…” A huge force hit her, and she felt herself falling, she felt as if she was falling down a huge mountain, which caused her to scream so loud. “Luna Sara, Luna Sara.” A voice called out, and Sara suddenly opened her eyes. “What's wrong? You were screaming in your sleep.” A guard said. Only then did it occur to her that it was a nightmare. She was sweating so much that her cloth was soaking in her sweat.

They knew how dangerous they could be if they were ever released into the pack by accident, and I had chosen this place out of all of the places to sleepwalk to. This has never happened to me before. I had never slept and walked all the way out to a place like this. Did it have to do with the spells I was researching yesterday? I had gone over some sleep and fainting spells, but I was careful to not check the actual spells. I just read the English version of what they could do and the harm they would bring to anything that it was used on. Perhaps it was not the actual spell but the blackouts I have been having. I was tired of it. I needed to know what the hell was going on.

With her hands hovering over the pot of concoction, she felt the warmth soothe her palm as she whispered a spell and added a bit into a small glass jar. In one gulp, she emptied the jar and grimaced at its acerbic taste. She waited a few more seconds as she anticipated the vision, but everything remained normal. Feeling disappointed, she wanted to head back to her room but after taking a step forward, she paused, gasping breathlessly before hitting the ground with a thud as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, revealing only the whites.

I'll be the happiest if he continues to love me after we end this fight with the bitches. "Win? Are you asleep?" He didn't even bother responding to what I said, and he faked sleeping. Although I said those instinctively, I know he heard me. Thanks to him ignoring my words, my brain suggested a new thing to do. I cautiously transferred a soothing spell from my body toward Winston to help him relax. Soon after I patiently made him feel so comfortable laying beside me, I lightly cast a sleeping spell—a small dose that will only make him fall asleep, and waking up is still his own will.

That was the strangest thing about this mystery. "What happened a week ago?" Belle asked, dreading the answer. "Oh." Damien chuckled. "Now that would be telling." Looking about the room, Belle could hazard a guess. An insanely unlikely one. 'Magic spells only work in fiction,' she thought. Still... what other explanation was there? If she were crazy, surely she wouldn't be aware of her condition. Crazy people don't know they are crazy. "Whatever you've done, please make it stop," she asked, staring at him with pleading, tear-filled eyes.

We decided it was best if we headed back to his dorm. As we were walking, Aiden was asking me a lot of questions about the spell, and how I learned it. "It's not every day that you see a wolf casting spells," he said, half-jokingly. I explained to him that I had a lot of words stored in my brain even when I am sleeping. "It's in my brain," I said with a smile. "All I need was profound concentration and let out the words. Then boom!" Aiden nodded, but he was still concerned about it. "We need to be prepared just in case it comes after us," he said seriously.

Bringing a hand to his forehead, I flinched when I felt the heat emanating from him. I needed to knock him out. If I didn't, he would eventually break free from my spell. "I'll be right back, okay? I'll get you some water," I said, hurrying out of bed. Rushing downstairs, I headed to the kitchen and grabbed a tumbler. After nearly filling it up, I closed my eyes and started to cast a spell. I could feel the glass vibrating in my grip as the seconds bound by. Right before I could complete the spell, I heard a shuffling sound behind me. So I paused.