Wands Raised Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Elegantly dressed in deep blue robes, he steps around the desk. “How can I help?” He questions. His voice was deep and soothing, and his greying hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, kept there by a rope. “The King wishes for you to activate the witch’s amulet and send this girl to her own world with it to be destroyed there.” The Wizard’s expression becomes alerted to the words and steps closer to me. This was the first time someone had approached me where I felt no fear, I just didn’t know why.

Holding in his laughter he made a circular motion with his index finger. I gasped as I watched a thin and transparent glittering blue barrier rise up from around us, meeting in ends to form a shining globe around us. It bulged outwards as my fingers neared it to touch. Wizardry? "Don't tell me! You were the 15th century Harry Potter?" I squealed. He raised an eyebrow. "I don't know any Harry." It wouldn't be wise to say those words out loud back on earth. "Then how do you do this?" I asked with rising curiosity.

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

He pulled us both up, claws digging in, as the grand wizard raised his arms, a malevolent spell weaving in midair. "I think you ladies owe me a dance."

At that point in time, I begin to hear extreme crackling, as though electricity is sparking a few meters away from me. I lift up my head to behold that almost all the cloaked figures of the witches and wizards are standing in front of me, with their hands extended, the energy surrounding each and every one of them getting more larger and brighter, as though ready to explode and unleash a deadly, powerful beam against me. Fuck!

The question rose, the witches are known for casting spells and using mind control on different sort of supernaturals, so things like wands, dolls, handkerchief, a string were something that could be used But Trey nodded his head in denial to their dismay. “But he did notice the change in eye color”

Anita's pov "Don't freight Anita. It won't hurt you. Ok?" He turned to me. I nodded as fast as possible. Not wanting to do things that would get him upset. He shifted his gaze to the tray and brought out a wand, an electric wand. My eyes widened in shock, What's that thing.? I can recall that I have seen it before but I really don't know what that is. He used it to hit on his hand with a grin on his face.

“Come here. Look at this bloody thing.” From behind a half-collapsed gravestone, Iris emerged, brushing dirt from her palms. “What is it now? Did the battery go flat again?” “No,” Ron muttered, holding the wand out toward her like it was contaminated. “It picked up something. A reading. From the girl.” Iris blinked. “What girl?” “Moira’s niece. Lila.” At that, Iris’s expression shifted. She stepped forward quickly, snatching the wand from his hand and tilting it toward the light. The small, enchanted dial at its center was still pulsing faintly, yes, but unmistakably.

Wanda said loudly. The witches are chanting the spell faster than anyone could understand. It is mostly a noise rather than anything coherent. As the last of the energy was absorbed into the hair strands, The chanting shifted into a different spell. Wanda attached the hair strands to a doll lying in the middle of the pentagram. The moment she attached the strands, the doll started to float in the air. Wanda picked up a knife and made a deep incision on her palm. She raised her palm to wash the doll with her own blood. The last but the most important step to absorb her powers inside her body. But before her blood could touch the doll, the doll vanished suddenly.

"I'll make sure of that." I forced myself to stand still until he finally released me, fighting the urge to wipe my hands on my dress. "As a gesture of my goodwill," he said, stepping back with that cheshire cat-like smile returning, "I should warn you that the first test will be physically challenging. You shouldn't relax too much during your preparation time. If you'd like, I can provide some enhancement potions to help you perform better." The offer felt wrong somehow, like there were strings attached that I couldn't see. But I shook my head quickly. "Thank you, but I'll manage on my own."