Wands Raised Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Her eyes filled with wonder as she lifted one brow and asked, "For?" I looked deeply into her eyes as I replied, "For being you." * * * "I think we've outgrown full-time education ... Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?," — Fred Weasley, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead | Mey and The Talk of The Century I was about to close the front door when I heard my mom's voice yelling my full name. "MEY WANG!!"

"Please?" "Wrong." I turned my head away again. "Abracadabra?" I shook my head. "Ugh! Clue?" "Harry Potter." "Avada Kedavra?" I scowled at him. "Kill me, why don't you?" He pressed his fingers to his forehead. "That's the only one I know." "VulneraSanentur." I finally answered. "Because you wound me." Colton sent a flat look. "Get out."

"Callox, I can't find the medicine.I'm so sorry.What should I do?" Callox had broken into a cold sweat. I tried to wipe it off his forehead. He grimaced in pain and shut his eyes tight. I couldn't bear to see him like this. "Let me help." Suddenly, Morgan raised his magic wand, winking at me. "Don't forget that I'm a wizard, too." As he spoke, he started to wave his magic wand. A bright light exploded from the wand's tip and landed on Callox. Callox's tightly-knit eyebrows instantly relaxed.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

he raised both his hands up to his face and laughed hysterically. "This calls for celebration. In few days time, I will have the Lost Wand clutched within my hands" he clenched his hand into a fist and turned around in a circle. He pointed the first in different directions like he would point a wand. Angela couldn't say anything more. He kept looking at him. He seemed to be more of a lunatic to her. Whichever way he appeared, aane or insane. He was the one who had put her into some kind of an invisible box. That meant he was powerful

Welcoming party? He pulled a white stick from his dress and I realised it was his wand. He rotated it with a chant and the place darkened. I used my wolf vision and found him moving his wand in darkness. The sound of buzz followed by fireflies started coming into the room out of nowhere and it started assembling into words. I gasped when the formation completed and the result was totally unexpected– Happy birthday, Cupcake!

I gasped, my body trembling with anticipation. "Good," he said. He picked up one of the instruments from the case. It was a small, silver rod, with a tiny, sharp point on the end. It looked like a pen, but for flesh. "This is called a wand. It's for tracing delicate lines. For making you feel things you've never felt before."