Harry Potter Can See Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

On his black bookshelf sat a comic book collection that would make Kiaan jealous as well as books with symbols—some of which she recognised from Damien's jewellery. "So from what you said, it sounds like you guys were trying to summon an Alastor," he said as if the solution were obvious. "Exactly what I was thinking," Jess joked. Malus laughed. "These things usually last for a limited time." After going to his shelf and selecting a black covered book. When he opened it up, Jess saw it was full of handwritten script and drawings. He licked his thumb and flicked through the thick, off-white sheets. "Ah, did you notice if there was a full moon at the night of the spell?" he asked.

I eventually fell asleep as well. Henry... if you could only see me, we could be a beautiful miracle instead of just invisible. Can't you look at me too the same way you look at Yui?

No normal could see them, for they are wrapped with incantations from their best wizards. Burning out from his curiosity, he leaned and started to speak. "Hey you, normal! Can you see me?"

He added in a trembling voice and proceeded to punch his still body in the chest, his hand passing through. Scared he pulled out his right hand, turning it over, again and again, to stare at it. It was transparent like he was fading away. He brought his left hand up and checked it to be sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. It was just the same, he could see the tiled floor. “ Don’t play this trick on me, Marco.” He warned his dead body angrily and decided to pull him up by his collar. His hands passed through once again. “ No! No!.” He whispered, the tears running down his cheeks as he withdrew his hands. “ It can't be.” He muttered in disbelief.

I frowned, guess I wasn’t one of the ones who could read it… "No luck?" Chris asked. "No." I handed it to Raihana, who flipped it open. "So, are we looking for a disguising spell to sneak us in, a tracing spell, or…?" She looked at me and I sat forward, furrowing my brows. "I'm not taking you in there… So something that can disguise me, so I can sneak in. Like a cloaking spell or something." "Giving me some serious Harry Potter vibes." Chris smirked "And that makes you guys the ugly werewolves." Raihana remarked.

“We are family now and will be so much more soon.” Now we are officially at creeper level, but I have to do something, he knows I’m here, I think. I stand slowly, my guard up completely. I can feel my fur tingle with electricity. Magic is crackling along it with some kind of protection I don’t understand, but appreciate all the same. ***”Can you guys hear him? Tell me I’m not crazy.” I call out to my team and I know everyone else can hear too. “I can’t see him though, what is going on?”***

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

Or die trying. With one arm wrapped protectively over my broken ribs, I lifted the wand and closed my eyes. I took a shallow breath, agony radiating through my nerves, and visualized where I wanted to go. A snow-covered forest, the mansion looming over a rose garden that bloomed in winter. The vision firmly set in my mind; I pushed my magic forward with all the strength I had left in me.

Tove provided a brief explanation. I snorted. Yeah, right. That wasn't possible. I didn't care what kind of magic they thought they had, there was no such thing as moving pictures. I'd seen one picture in my entire life, and it certainly hadn't moved. Unless someone thought the flames eating away at the edges counted as it ‘moving.' "We'll show you. I think Tove has the Harry Potter series," Tag said. "We can start tonight. Give everyone some time to process what's happened."

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.