Novel & Cerita Wands Raised Harry Potter

by the time I was done I saw that he wasn't next to me but standing with a disgust look on his face. Walking back to where he was standing I say " What's going on?, Did I say something wrong?" I started to look into everything I said to him , making sure that I didn't say anything wrong but I couldn't find where I went wrong, so I stood there with my arm cross over my chest waiting for him so stop having whatever conversation he was having with his wolf because it don't look like it was a nice one either. When they were done he look at me and say " Hermoine, that's the same woman that kidnapped you and your mother"

I nodded my head in agreement, "How will she help me with my training, Dad?" "Okay, let's see it this way," He took a deep breath and lifted his hand that was holding the bird in the pit of the palm above his head. "You have seen Harry Potter, right? And the Golden Snitch— that cute little ball, used in the game of quidditch, with thin feathery and pointed wings is not something I need to tell you about. The ball one of the two seekers of the competing team has to catch to call it a game."

He laughed and began waving his wand in his hand, casting a spell that I had no doubt was destructive enough to kill the boys. I fidgeted on my legs, torn between my desire to run to them and knowing that I couldn't help them. If the dark wizard was casting a spell that was strong enough to kill the wolves, I wouldn't stand a chance if I got in his path. I would be gone in an instant.

People behind me fumed with rage, ready to change their animal form and rip that old man's head off but I raised my hand not for the confirmation of attack but rather to calm them and they followed my command, all the wolves behind me relaxed at once, only to get more angered when another one of them opened his darn mouth. "We'll kill you." he shouted and stared at me curiously. To his dismay I generously smiled. "I would love to see you try." By the tone of sarcasm in my voice and my crooked smile it was there time to fume in anger and that exactly what they did.

It's an endless stream of merriment. This creature was elegant, the aura around him loudly spoke royalty. The love in his eyes seems to be stronger than any story I had heard of love potion's power. The waves of the tender love I felt protruding from him was stronger than my little tender heart that had never in real time experience love.

Grasping the wand tightly in a shaking hand, her intentions were clear, as the air began to crackle around her. Without thinking Horus ran from his hiding place. Ears filled only with the buzz of energy, Chiri did not hear his desperate cries or turn to regard him as he rushed towards her until. Grabbing hold of her, they toppled onto the stone. The sudden break in concentration, causing the built up magic to recoil. It lashed out, striking them both.

They were happy and grateful to the little hobgoblin. " The wand is an ancient magic staff that we cherished so much here. I am giving it to you because the little hobgoblin said she trusts you guys and because you have the son of Zeus with you". The man, looking at Eddie. The man raised his right hand and the wand appeared in his hand. " You must make sure you protect it. It must not fall in the wrong hands or else the whole world is doomed. I am sure you know what I mean by that". The man said to them.

Nobody knows. It was a very hard time, we were at war. Me, Harry, Hermione, Ron and the whole Hogwarts. At war with the one who's name should not be taken. I will though because "Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." Voldemort with his wicked army , stood infront of us. We all were on the battlefield with our wands and brooms ; flying in the air , casting spells on each other. The sky was painted metallic and lighting bolted every ten seconds. We fought until we made the Dark Lord vulnerable and then I stepped forward and swished my wand. "Avada Kedavara!", I spelled out; and the light escaped my wand. It struck him and he collapsed. "Now you are a nobody knows!" (No body

asked the voice of a chuckle. A young sorcerer in his twenties with burgundy hair appeared holding a magic wand. His hair was down shoulder length, a little messy. His eyes were amber-gold, and his body was slender, tall. His androgynous face was sweet. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether this sorcerer was a pretty boy or a tomboyish woman. He smiled confidently and exuded a superior aura. He was wearing a white robe with a golden thread pattern. In his hand was a long magic wand that touched the ground. At the end of his wand stuck Draco's golden dragon heart. The Heart of Magic.

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.