Harry Potter Absorbs Power Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She began absorbing the abilities from the three corpses. Ray absorbed from one too—just a small amount, maybe three units' worth. Molly probably took closer to nine. He tossed out the hovercraft, and the two continued their back-and-forth power absorption, playful and intense. Meanwhile, Leo lay lazily on the ground, thinking, "Here we go again. Turns out my master's just another dog too… though maybe more like one of those well-trained fluffballs."

Her chest burned, her muscles screamed in protest, but the bond’s pull reminded her that surrender was not an option. Then, a strange phenomenon occurred. The forest itself began to respond in ways she had not seen before. Roots rose like serpents, twisting and striking the shadows. Branches bent, forming protective cages around them. Light seemed to flow from the very soil, channeling through her veins, feeding her power in a symphony of energy. She gasped, awe mingling with fear. This was not just her fight—it was a convergence of ancient forces, the forest, the bond, and her power coalescing into a single unstoppable current.

"What do you mean?" "When a half-blood dies, their power doesn't disappear," Kianuk explained, stopping before me. "It goes somewhere. The Council learned how to capture it. To absorb it. Every half-blood they've ever killed—every one they've ever used—their power is still inside the Council members. Keeping them alive for centuries." "That's impossible," I breathed. "Is it?" Kianuk tilted his head, his ancient eyes fixed on mine. "You've felt it yourself, Elif. The way the Council members look at you. The way they hunger for you. You're not a person to them. You're a battery."

Choose," he whispered, his voice an echo that is slowly fading in the night. --- I woke up gasping, sheets tangled around me. Sweat was plastered on my skin; my room was quiet once more, except for my racing heartbeat. The dream-or whatever that had been-seemed way too real. I sat up in bed, clutching my head as if trying to make much sense of it. This power I took on came with a cost. A cost, quite frankly, I wasn't sure I would be willing to pay. The knock at my door startled me, and I scrambled out of bed, pulling my robe around me. Harry was on the other side of the door, looking equally tired as I did. His face looked a mess of concern and relief.

Her hands glowed faintly, a silver light pulsing between her palms. "This is how absorption works," Kira explained, like teaching a class. "I create a connection. Draw out the enhanced essence. Take everything that makes you special." Nine's body began to shrivel. The hybrid's twisted form grew smaller, weaker, skin turning gray. She thrashed and fought but Kira's grip never loosened. "It hurts, doesn't it? Feeling yourself drained. Feeling your power leaves you." Kira's voice stayed pleasant. "Don't worry. It'll be over soon."

Her words felt like daggers piercing his heart, but he didn’t show it, she was holding on her words and so was he. Sara turned to leave but she found herself incapable of doing so, looking back sharply at the demon lord who was still in that horrifying monster form of his, he took few steps toward her, almost closing the distance between them, he wanted so bad to touch her, to run his fingers on her face but he knew she wouldn't appreciate it, not to mention that weird ability she possessed of absorbing the life of everything she touches.

But still no sound. "Maybe it's a shock," Kael said. "From the attack." I knew that wasn't it. I closed my eyes. Reached out with my magic. I tried to feel what was wrong. What I found made me sick. Magic. Raw magic flowing through him. But not normal magic. This was something else. "Kael," I whispered. "He absorbed it." "Absorb what?" "The power I used. He absorbed some of it." Kael's face went white. "Is that possible?"

His hands, weathered and marked by the passage of time, hovered above her, radiating a gentle aura of energy. The wizard closed his eyes, delving into the depths of his knowledge, tapping into the wellspring of his magical prowess. He reached out with his mind, seeking the threads of Lucy's essence, searching for the source of the darkness that had ensnared her. His focus was unyielding, his concentration unbreakable, as he delved deeper into the mysteries of her being.

The energy seemed familiar to my body, it met my hands and I absorbed it, without flinching or quivering. I looked at Dad with wide eyes, unable to understand what was happening right now. He looked at me and shook his head and then I realized. Morax was blood, his magic was no different than ours. It was only because of his learned banished dark arts that he was becoming a pain in the *ss. His magic identified us and therefore it became easy for me to absorb it, maybe the plus point of being his blood was that we could absorb his magic. A dark chuckle against reverated around us and then he made his presence.

My shadows bend and tighten around their barrier as if it is prey to my snake. I chant silently with my ancestors in my mind as we work to remove the very magic my shadows are now feeding on. I feel one last tug on my magic and the shadows completely absorb it leaving me standing panting as my shadows retreat, feasting on their meal. I stumble slightly, then feel the trickle of blood come from my nose.