What Happened To Dumbledore's Hand Novels & Stories

When we reached Alex and Talia, they both got up. “Congrats, Wulfric.” Alex put out his right hand to Blake to shake, and I had to do a double take when I noticed his pinky was missing and the skin was raised in pinkish-red rings around his other fingers, as if he’d been cut and the wound never fully healed. I didn’t even know it was possible for a werewolf to scar. “What happened to your hand?” Blake asked, clearly noticing the same thing right before he took it. “Lost a finger.” Alex gave a sheepish smile.

She wondered how long each of the wizards could maintain so much magic. While she watched, Josef raised his free hand and pointed to a spot above Dominic. With a loud crack, a thick branch broke free and hurtled down toward Dominic’s head. Dominic waved his free hand and the branch fell off to the side, narrowly missing him. The effort had cost him about a foot of distance where the two beams of energy met, though.

He walked away after staring at me for a while . I didn’t bother about him , the only thing I wanted to do right now was have the best birthday of my life . As I was about to enter my room , the door immediately slammed hard against my hand earning a hard scream from my mouth . My fingers were broken , I didn’t know if I was cursed , why did I have to get hurt on my big day . I pulled my hands up weakly and to my greatest surprise , the hands instantly went back to normal . Shocked , that was exactly how I felt at that moment , it was just like I was hallucinating. Just a few minutes ago , I was hurt and my fingers were broken but here I was like it never happened .

Her hand is propped up on a stack of ratty old towels, and blood slowly oozes from a large ragged gash in the top of her hand. “I see you’ve been busy,” I say, kneeling by her chair. “This is nothing,” she snaps, though the wave in her voice suggests otherwise. “Just a paper cut, really. Bandage it and be gone with ya.” I lean over her hand, getting a closer look at the white edge of her tendon peaking through. “Paper tends to do that when you use a spell book that doesn’t belong to you,” I say, already rummaging through my bag for the vial of water infused with magic and a clean cloth.

At that time I saw his hands, the blood had been fresh, dripping, and frightening. “Why do your palm still look like that?” I asked, my voice quieter than I meant it to be. Harry looked down at his palm as he covered them with his fingers immediately and his expression changed. The cheerfulness on his face faded, replaced with a frown. “Harry always grows an extra finger on his hands,” Harriet said, breaking the silence as her words made my heart sank. “And it’s scary sometimes, Daddy John.” "Remember when you said there was a solution to it?"

“I must admit, I did miss having two hands. And now... well, this one’s even better.” Without warning, he snapped his fingers, conjuring a small flame which danced at his fingertips. I stared in disbelief. We had brought back his hand, but we hadn’t signed up for... this. “The witch conveniently left out that detail, didn't she?” Alvin mused, watching my reaction. “Restoring my hand didn’t just bring it back to its old state. It made it... special.” “So, what now? You can light up your cigars without a match? Good for you,” I spat, unwilling to show him the unease bubbling within me. I grit my teeth, casting away the images of him lighting the fires in our village. Destroying our homes.

I was holding my wand in m other hand pointing at him. I saw my hand trembling but fighting it from falling. I could see that I am having a hard time and my nose started bleeding. The light and the mist continued flowing out from my palm until it stopped. I fell on the ground when it stopped while the mists went inside his chest. After that, he slowly fell back on his bed in the body of a ten-year-old boy. I saw my wand roll down from my hands and started changing color. I watched its beauty fade and turned into a normal stick. I dead.

I replied, not sure of where this was going. “There were reports that your hands glowed, could you describe how it happened in your own words?” Albus asked. “All I know is that I got tired of getting my butt kicked and I got serious, then my hands lit up,” I said with a shrug. “What emotions were you feeling when it happened?” Albus asked. “I was kind of pissed off, to be honest,” I replied. A look passed between the chancellor and the dean. What were they thinking? “How close are you with Lycan Frostwood?” Albus asked.

But he didn't slap me nor burn me; he waved his other hand to his other four men not to interfere. I was thinking he was going to kill me, as I ensured to slice his hand off completely away from his arm, but to my shock, he picked up his right hand that had fallen to the ground, from his elbow length, and he fixed it back into his arm, and it magically healed.

“I can’t lose. I have your mate. I can’t…” Diana springs up towards him, her teeth sinking in his throat. This is it, the day it all ends. I am about to celebrate when my eye catches a glimpse of the bubble. He managed to break the bubble containing the men with his wand before I severed his body from his head. Damn it!