Stupefy Harry Potter Novels & Stories

His eyes turned steely as he threw caution to the wind and exclaimed, "Did you really think I wouldn't dare to kill them? You're the one who forced me into this!" He then let out a loud roar and lifted his leg, aiming it straight at Harry's head as he stomped down heavily. The stomp was going to weigh at least a full ton, and Harry would immediately die on impact. When Willow saw it, she felt all the color drain from her face. Obviously, she didn't expect that she still wouldn't be able to control Damian despite using all of her sorcery power on him. As she watched Harry being barely an inch away from certain death, she panicked and hollered, "Stop it! Stop!"

"Thank you for your help. Auror Shacklebolt, please, administer the standard dosage to the wizard identified as Peter Pettigrew." Auror Shacklebolt takes the flask and gives the stunned wizard the standard dosage of the truth serum, three drops. "Auror Tonks, wake him up." With a nod, Auror Tonks points her wand to the stuned Pettigrew and casts the reviving spell. "Rennervate." Peter Pettigre, the ragged ratty wizard, wakes up and looks around in confusion, but soon he stays still with vacant looking eyes. Director Bones then starts talking.

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.

Stephen said, gazing at his men like a proud father. "How?" I blurted out. I couldn't help it. I wanted to know how the hell he managed such a feat. "Oh yes. I must thank Gregory for it. He was the one who told me that the Enchantra powder suppresses the powers of mages and may do the same for you. From then, I have been trying it out on different potions. At first, it suppressed the wolves and the men ended up dying. But then, I mixed a little wizard blood and the men started getting powers and here we are," he said, practically glowing with pride.

I threatened them again and tried to use the Wingardium Leviosa spell on them again but the man quickly countered me. "You're wasting both our time, Freya." A man said and then he slowly walked towards me, two other men followed behind him. My heart was beating so fast because of nervousness and fear. I wanted to step back but I couldn’t really move my legs. "Duratus!" The man said and waved his hand in the air. A few seconds later, I gradually felt my whole body starting to get numb for some strange reason. I feel like I'm a statue, my whole body can't move. This must be a spell from that man but I don't know how to undo his spell.

“You did. But I’m not mad, if that’s what you’re afraid of.” “I wasn’t even aware,” she mumbled behind her hands. “I just remember feeling hot, heart racing, and then… blackout. I’m so embarrassed.” Harry leaned back, a faint smile playing on his lips now. “If it helps… you were adorable. Like a kitten high on catnip.” “Oh my God, don’t compare me to a kitten,” Arabella groaned, her cheeks flaming. “I don’t even know why I acted that crazy.” “Grandpa’s potion is unpredictable,” Harry said, grabbing his coffee. “And you just drank it like it was tea.”

Dang it, Charles; you couldn’t have taught me the whole spell! “Listen, if I don't get you to Charles in a few hours your face is going to stay like that, and as much as I hate that ugly face of yours, this is creepier than Voldemort. “He rolls his eyes, which have no eyelids by the way before standing up.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

I shot her a glare. "Really, I spent nine years of my life ingesting one of your wretched potions and this is what you say to me?!" She shrugged. "When did the second potion come into play?" I prompted. "After nine years, your father found a suitable mate for you, Harry. I placed the attraction spell on him and your father gave you a mixture of an attraction and suppression potion for six months until you turned 18 and Harry magically walked into the picture. You made eye contact and boom!!! You two fell in love, marked each other and were supposed to live happily ever after, but well… you know what happened."

' 'Shut up! I blocked my wolf out and returned his glare. " Why did you bring me here? Why am I tied to this table?where-"" Celeste you don't happen to have a spell to shut her up, do you?" He asked the old lady. She chuckled, " of course I do-""what?"" But I can't do that, she's your mate and my luna" the witch called Celeste said. I stuck my tongue out at him, he gave me a scowl. The witch started chanting some strange words, the smoke in the pot she held above me started pouring out the sides onto me like dry ice. I shivered as it gave me a tingly feeling.