Unforgivable Curses Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

I don’t want to acknowledge that the vines might be the reason why he’s like that. But Anais seems to understand. “Yes, you’re right. He is cursed. But it’s not our group or anyone who enrolls here. Not even the younger students. The curse of bloodlust is something that can only be given by a highly-skilled witch or warlock. It’s dark magic to its purest form, like the one that creep Alpha Janus did to those guards and her own niece. Say what you want about him, but that man had mad skills. He was very accomplished in the dark arts.” “So what now?” Chills run down my spine. “What do I do now? Surely you can help me—”

I ignored his stare and placed my cigarette in my mouth, drew a deep one and blew the smoke into the air. “I heard you were cursed while you were still in your mother’s womb” I smirked. I wouldn’t be surprised about how news spread in the werewolf pack, I mean, we move faster than regular people, so obviously our news should spread. “By your fucking goddess, yes. I heard too, Alpha. It was a really unpleasant curse but you know one thing, I loved how the spell was spoken and placed. Damn! That woman must be related to Williams Shakespeare” I said referring to the goddess.

"I know the three unforgivable curses and I couldn't wait to tell you." I bit my cheek to refrain from smiling. "Really? Let's hear it." "Killing Curse, Cruciatus, and Imperius." I smiled. "You got it!" I watched his smile grew into a full grin. "Did you read the entire book or did you just skimming through pages to search for it?" I secretly hoped he'd be dedicated enough to read the entire book. Honestly, it was hard for me to understand people who skipped some pages of a book.

Not again. Without thinking, I jumped out from behind the table, desperation driving me. “STOP!” I shouted, my voice hoarse with fear and rage. The witch didn’t even flinch. Before she could respond, I grabbed anything I could find—vials of liquid, jars, anything on the table—and started hurling them at her with all my might. The bottles crashed into her, spilling their contents across her dark robes. I didn’t know what I was hoping for—maybe a reaction, maybe some kind of sign that I was hurting her. But instead, she just stood there, unfazed, her eyes narrowing with irritation.

“Then he kills me. I’m not giving in, not until I see Lucifer, not until he tells me to.” “This is the curse. You realise that is why right? You don’t truly love him, you don’t truly want to wait for him to come and say leave, and he doesn’t want you. It is the curse. Free your mind Anais, don’t let the curse win.” Anais laughs at his words. “Thanks, but no thanks. I will die with the memories, even if it takes years.” “Then I guess I will continue.” His hands grasp her, Anais screaming for Lucifer as she clings onto the memories watching as he tries burning them from her mind.

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.

Cecile would hear whispers in the wind, and Francis spoke in tongues. I was so young and untested. We swore to keep each other's secret and to protect each other as much as we could. Because we knew if our families ever learned of it, we'd be killed. The talents are a curse, one that I should have never have unleashed upon this world.

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

My hand went into her head, then whispered to her, “Herta Bone,” I growled as she froze upon hearing her name. “Shall you use your magic again. You will lose everything to me…” “No, stop! Stop!” Herta's eyes widened in terror, and she tried to flee, but it was no use. “Your power will belong to me. You will be left with nothing. You will not be able to wield magic again for the rest of your life. That’s my curse to you.” Another cheer erupted in the arena, ruining my train of thought.

At this point, she might be out of her mind. “I am punishing him, Marilla.” Fragor’s eyes were twinkling when she looked back. She demanded feverishly, “Whatever else you want…let him go! Let him go!!!” “I want nothing else. You know why his eyes were not recovering?” “I don’t want to know!” She went for Reign again. “The spells are in his bones. I tore open his flesh and made them inscribed into his skull, ribs, and…” “No! I don’t want to know!”