Harry Potter Can See Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

So there must be more than one layer then… Ugh… it hurts my brain just trying to dissect it all. Nevertheless, the main primary target still remains ensuring that Harper passes the maid selection competition. That much I know of. Just then, Harper notices my silence, and stares at me with a questioning gaze. But I confidently smirk instead. Tossing her the booklet of magic spells that I had obtained from the old wizard. I watch her expression shift into excitement. She shimmies closer to the book with an adorable amount of joy. Clearly happy about what I’ve given her. She flicks through the pages, admiring the different spells, before shutting it and pressing it closely to her chest and than

Does she have any ability with magic? I hesitate. My trust in Cynan is a fragile thing, and giving her this secret feels like handing over a weapon. I watch her face for a long beat, searching for any sign of betrayal, before letting the truth slip. ‘Sight.’ ‘Forseeing?’ Cynan frowns and I shake my head. ‘She can see magic,’ I explain, the words grounding me, even as Kilak paces in the back of my mind, his growl vibrating through my marrow. ‘It’s a powerful ability. Overwhelming.’

A blacksmith swore loyalty to the crown— And the metal in his forge softened like wax without heat. None of it catastrophic. None of it violent. But undeniable. The laws of magic were bending. Not because Lily commanded it. Because her existence was recalibrating the field. Luke stood in the war chamber staring at reports spread across the table. “Spontaneous manifestation,” one general muttered. “Localized distortions,” said another. “Divine contamination,” whispered a priest. Lily stood at the center of the room, silent.

There was a male groan and female exclamation. He looked at me, his eyes wide, and then grinned. “Someone’s fornicating against the door to the chamber, Siorin,” he was delighted by it, pure Fae mischief in his eyes. “I have a suspicion we might have been overheard.” He relaxed, collapsing against me again. My magic, I realised, caused ogres to nap to lullabies, wind to rise to nursery rhymes, mages to lose control to my moans, and tavern patrons to fornicate when I... “Oh,” I flushed, embarrassed.

I'll just work hard so I can survive every trial waiting ahead of me. I fell asleep as my mind explore deeper down the memory lane. The next day, I wore a simple gray legging partnered with a plain blue oversized sweater and a white rubber shoes. I was about to grab a black cap when I heard a knock on my door. Its probably Aeolous, checking if I'm ready to go out. I grabbed the cap that I wanted and put it on my head. I did not bring anything since the door is magic locked. The door handles recognizes my magic so it automatically opens when it senses my magic. Magic is like out fingerprint and tongue print. Its unique, we have different patterns, no one has the same magic pattern.

"Witches are beautiful, and you're not an exception—close your eyes, and I will show you a portion of what you're capable of." My eyelids flutter close, and Lucy squeezes my hands. Tingles start inside my shoes, and I have to bite my lower lip at the thousand needles feeling traveling up my legs. Warmth spread within me, circling inside my chest and building up a vortex. "That's good, and now channel that magic, and give it to me." Without hesitation, I let Lucy have the accumulated energy, and then I'm allowed a glimpse of his train of thoughts. I see a mattress, bedsheets, and when I open my eyes, we are sitting on soft materials.

I don't need to wear thick clothes because it's cold, nor do I need to bring a parasol because of the sun's sizzling hot Today, I will practice controlling wind magic particles so that I can fly using a broom-like in the Harry Potter movies. And at the same time, I'll search two wandering fairies who didn't report the progress of the task I gave them the other day and only ate blind salaries! Anyway, I was just thinking how pleasant this moment is, until, Hayden came to have breakfast together! 'Unlucky. Why does he want to have breakfast together after we often eat dinner together?'

Out of frustration, she was just about of cast a spell over the pot, so that it could bring out something helpful but her eyes caught a glimpse of a little carving over it. Prying closely, she inspected the carving intensely. It wasn’t very clear and was a very tiny one. But turning the pot closer, she was able to see the drawing of something. In order to find what it was, she casted a spell over it and the second instant, the little green pot in her hands changed to a large sized pot, while everything else over it also got magnified.

groaned Lycus Lewis in his mind. Albus looked around the room and did not find the scepter containing The Heart of Magic. Albus's heart pounded. He approached Lycus Lewis, who was in a state of death. Albus tore off Lycus Lewis's shirt. He could see that tendrils of black energy were almost filling Lycus Lewis's chest. Once his chest was perfectly black, his heart would explode and shatter. Lycus Lewis was dying.

"You're the only child I found who stands a chance to free her from this loathsome spell. Without her wand, a sorceress is without magic. And a sorceress without magic is no more powerful than an ordinary woman. That's why she needs you. I've gone through the mirrors every day, visiting so many places to look for someone like you." "But how could someone like me help your mistress?" Cassandra said. "I'm just an ordinary girl." "Ha! Ordinary my foot!" Owlyn scoffed. "You have the blood of a seer. It runs in the family, passing from mother to daughter." "What?" Cassandra turned to Owlyn with a confused look, but before she could ask anything else, Cassandra felt the same gripping sensation in