Harry Potter Can See Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My heart pounds as I catch her scent and feel her breath on me, intensifying the dread within me as I remain unable to see her in the pitch-black room. "Isn't that forbidden magic?" I ask, spinning around the room as I try to find her. I finally realize why I was treated and what drug might have been given to me. They wanted to ensure I didn't die while she controlled my mind. Forbidden magic! It's so strong it could shatter someone's mind if they are not physically and mentally strong.

I felt my nose bleed while I struggled to maintain my composure. "It's no use trying to fight it. Come to me. I'm waiting," the voice continued, and the pain swelled, bringing me to my knees. ... I awoke with a start, opening my eyes to glance at my mate, who was curled up against me. There was an ominous feeling gnawing at my insides. Sitting up quietly, I eased out of bed, tucking the sheets around my sleeping mate. Pressing a kiss on her temple, I made my way out of the room. Letting out a sigh, I raked my fingers through my hair. The hair at the back of my neck suddenly stood stiff, and I froze. Someone was watching me; I could feel it. Turning around, my gaze rested on a hooded figure s

After a while, the shadows of the hands returned to where they had come from, and the room was back to the way it was as if nothing had happened. Ginny resumed eating quietly, really as if nothing had happened. Both Ansel and Andrew thought that it was the terrifying power of the last Dracula. In fact, it was Ginny's special ability. She can manipulate the vision of the person she is targeting. The things they had just seen, the thousands of hand shadows that appeared from all directions that looked like corpses wanting to come out of the darkness were only seen by Ansel and Andrew. It happened because Ginny manipulated their eyesight.

“I have no regrets in my choice, and neither should you. While I have lost the ability to see with my eyes, the Goddess has gifted me the ability to see in a much deeper way. What used to just be a feeling, is now painted in my mind’s eye in vivid colors.” The Fire Witch contemplated what he could mean for a moment before it came to her. “You can see energy.” He nodded, his smile growing. “It is splendid beyond my wildest dreams. Once the darkness fled, my mind was opened to a world unlike any I could have ever imagined. Now I shall bear witness to the magic of the Moon Garden as it was intended.” He squeezed her hand with a little chuckle and she found herself coming to a sort of peace with

I could tell that Shadow was close to the surface too. “Okay. So, I can see things in my mind that normal people can’t. It’s not completely seeing the future but I can see snippets of things that will happen and I can also see parts of where people are. It takes a lot out of us for me use it. Unless they have a witch using a blocking spell I might be able to see where she is or close to where she is.” “Do it Grey. Find our mate.” I demanded. He lets out a long sigh before straightening up in his seat and closing his eyes. I see a faint purple glow around him before it vanishes. He opens his eyes and shakes his head.

But no sooner had he said yes than he made a choking sound, tightened his face in pain, and closed his eyes briefly, only to open them, revealing how they’d milked over almost white, clouded with the frost of magic. “Already?” Growing eager and wondering if Holden’s luck potion was taking effect now, I cupped one of Wicket’s cheeks in my hand. “What do you see, amica mea?” I asked my handsome soothsayer. I might be the most powerful being currently wandering the Outer Realms—the creator of all this madness—but I wasn’t all-powerful, all-knowing, all-seeing, or so many alls I wished I were. I wasn’t a god. I had a beginning, so someday I would have an ending. And thus, I found it incredibly c

MAEVE'S POV I woke up too early…way before dawn, my heart still racing from dreams I couldn't quite escape. The image of my parents from the Mad Mage's cottage haunted me. I could see their peaceful faces as they drifted away, the way they'd looked so real, so alive. Even knowing it was just a cruel trick of magic, I couldn't get past it. Since it was obvious sleep was clearly not going to happen again, I decided to explore. If I were going to be living in luxury for the next few days, I might as well see what the Crown tier had to offer.

The more we struggled, the tighter her grasp became, and the harder it was to see a way out. Harry's eyes blazed with barely contained fury, his voice low but laced with seething anger. "What more could you possibly want? Aren't you strong enough already? Why are you so obsessed with opening the magic box?" His question was tinged with deep confusion, even a hint of despair. He couldn’t comprehend why this woman, who had already amassed such formidable power, was still fixated on unlocking the magic box, chasing after a force that was shrouded in uncertainty.

I will have to take advantage of the little time of well-being that I have left. Elizabeth clears her throat and tells me, “Well, like I was saying, premonitions are part of your birthright. Your mother had other talents and was very good. Perceiving time differently, that’s why. You have to learn to channel it. Now, when you awaken your magic, Harry knows exactly where you are.” I frown and tell her, “And by extension, he also now knows where you are.” “He won’t know if we put a blocking spell on the house.” I turn to see the person behind the singing voice. I see she is a young woman of about twenty-three years old, red hair, with big green eyes.

shrug and takes another drag off his cigarette. “Is there something you can do to make it visible?” Owen asks. “A reflection or maybe we need to stand in a certain light?” “I don’t think that’s how magic works,” I say quietly. “The spell you’re under is meant to be as unnoticeable as possible. The fact that a thrall who isn’t a wizard saw it is pretty impressive; whoever it was must be sensitive to energies. But even with my training, all I can see is its presence and that it’s binding. The only way I could see it is if…” He makes a face that indicates we’re not going to like what we hear.