Xylophone Harry Potter Novels & Stories

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.

He wondered if Harry had some kind of supernatural ability or if there was another explanation for the strange occurrence. Harry sighed in frustration and tried to suppress the pain. He covered one eye with his hand and then opened it again. Instantly, one of Harry's eyes glowed with a fiery yellow hue. He groaned and struck the restroom mirror, causing it to crack. Arlo was startled by the noise and made a sound, alerting Harry to the fact that he was not alone in the restroom. Harry turned and moved closer to Arlo, intending to investigate the source of the noise. However, Arlo reacted much quicker and without making a sound. He swiftly moved to another location just as Harry checked where

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.

Instead they lifted a hand slowly and they tossed something to the ground. An object clattered against the floor and slid to a stop at Xavier’s feet. A key… not just any key. Xavier recognized the intricate grooves immediately because he had overseen the enchantments himself. It was the dungeon key. He pushed aside his celebration and his gaze snapped back to the figure. “What game is this?” Xavier demanded, his voice echoing sharply. Who was this person and could they possibly be doing this? The figure tilted their head slightly in an almost curious gesture. Then their other hand moved.

You guys know what to do. The two men in black bowed and replied respectfully in unison, "Yes!" Then, they left. "Alexander… The Kane and Xanthos families..." the cloaked figure whispered to himself. His fingers gently plucked the strings of his mini harp. Soon, the sound of the harp tore through the silence, channeling invisible power as dense as a net, cutting down the branches of the surrounding trees in the dense forest. When the sound of the harp faded, he was no longer in the pavilion. All that was left was the withered maple leaf on the stone table where the mini harp had been.

Lily asked. “Like Voldemort, he put pieces of his soul into objects so he could live forever. Evil fucking bastard, with his snake head.” Cyrus explained. “So, you’re actually turning Lily’s beautiful story into a kid’s story about a wizzard villain?” His mate April asked, rolling her eyes at her Cyrus. We all laughed. Cyrus always had a movie or song lyric to quote to explain a situation. “It’s not like Harry Potter. You can’t resurrect us using our grandkids.” I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide.

Harold releases her. "Hahahaha. What shitty luck is this? First your daughter, now you." She scoffs and Continues with scorn and mockery. "Do your worst grandpa dearest. After all this is not the first time I have gone through this." Harold is visibly enraged and unleashes the paralysis spell. I rush in to dispel it but a fraction of it hit her. She howls in pain and passes out. I am beside myself with anger. I take out my staff and strike the Wizard. He stumbles, raises his wand then disappears.

Jhogo shouted at the crowd from horseback, snapping his whip, "make way, make way for the Mother of Dragons. Reclining on cool satin cushions, Xaro Xhoan Daxos poured ruby-red wine into matched goblets of jade and gold, his hands sure and steady despite the sway of the palanquin. "I see a deep sadness written upon your face, my light of love." He offered her a goblet. "Could it be the sadness of a lost dream

Felix seemed to bask in being a hero and brought Roxie some beautiful flowers, a sheepish little grin planted on his face at mine and Cherry’s praise of him. By the end of the second week the five of us attended all our classes together, went out for meals and had formed a happy little group. Roxie’s skin had healed immaculately as we hurtled towards another exam. Dark Arts had been the focus for the week, an area not everyone has natural talent in, but it was fascinating. To see what you could be capable of with your wolf to summon up energies, healing, help crops and even see the future. The possibilities were limitless. Roxie’s eyes had shone as Professor Landin explained dozens of differ

He attaches the broadsword and a small shield to the harness and pats Lex on the back. He takes a step back and holds up his flute. The tune he plays has notes I’ve never heard before. I think I can only hear them because Lex can hear them. It almost sounds like there are multiple flutes playing in harmonizing keys. Just as he said, a hot white portal opens at the treeline, getting larger and larger until there’s enough room for Lex to fit through. “There you are my dear. You have your marching orders.” Pan strokes Lex behind the ears. “Iokaste only needs to press the button on the chest plate when you’re ready to return.”