Harry Potter Discovers Magic Early Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Sara’s nose scrunched up in disgust. “I am 90% certain she spiked my drink with a love potion! I was a young warlock, making my way in the world, finally allowed to leave my parents house, approved by the council. She was at a bar… we were trading spells and suddenly she looked prettier, and well…” he simply shrugged before continuing. “I never called her back though, since when I woke up it had worn off.” He shuddered and Sara growled low, rolling her eyes.

“She’s fine. Leave her be.” I carried on, watching as my magic spiraled around the second story, shooting the walls higher and higher as the third story of the school came into view in front of us. My face felt like it was on fire, and I had a burning sensation in the pit of my stomach, too. I was beginning to feel lightheaded and dizzy and desperately wanted a drink of water. But as my magic reached higher into the sky, and I saw that I was almost finished, Mage Jaye’s squeals pushed me onward, and I continued to stand there, calling upon the magic of the forest to finish it.

I fixed my thumb and index finger on the space between my two eyes, feeling a headache coming on. “Hello Headboy.” I stood up from my seat then and packed my books in my bag, walked to the lockers behind the class, found my own locker, and dumped my things inside, before locking it with the rusted key. “The old man didn’t give you a magic one?” I shrugged my shoulders at Raul’s question, aware that he wasn’t aware that I had no magic, or rather I hadn’t discovered it. “What happened to your magic?” Sinclair asked, a note of curiosity and surprise in his voice.

I bent the doorknob, checking in to see what was going on. To my surprise, two people were making out. I wanted to close the door and exit until something made me stop. The guy below the girl was wearing Harry's favorite shoe. I know it's his. No, it can be him. Harry can never do this. What the hell am I thinking? I shook my head off those thoughts to think straight but the girl turned her face to me with a smirk after noticing my presence. What the hell is she... God this whore can never change.

Here I was thinking the Haze would be my ticket out of this hellhole, that I’d meet my mate, and he’d sweep me away. Instead, the Moon Goddess made me the butt of Her own sick, twisted joke. What the hell will our parents do to us if they find out about this? They’ll kill me. Like Kieran, they’ll assume I’ve learned some sort of magic that would make this possible. I truly don’t think there’s any magic in the world that would make this happen, but nothing makes sense at the moment. I need to do some research. I turn around to look at the unzipped tent, wondering if Kieran is gone. I see his legs through the flap and then hear another voice.

THOMAS Swirling the amber-colored liquid in my glass, candlelight danced over the smooth wood of my study desk. Betrayals had surfaced and friendships had changed through the crazy last weeks. Still, my thoughts continued to focus on Hailey all along. She was a queen in all ways, and she was everything. Authoritative, elegant, and beautiful, she was Ryan's and beyond reach. The hot light didn't quite ease the ache within, so I had some of the bourbon. Years ago, I would never have imagined making the concessions and compromises that I had made. But as the facts gradually emerged, it became glaringly obvious that Lucy had lied to me. Lucy. Saying her name made me feel contemptuous. She had in

She needed to up her training, both in magic and maybe try to get up her wolf again. Her magicness had been discovered when she had been reading the book that the strange woman had told her to go through first. It was a magic and spells book. The first page had been a test to know if the reader was a magic inclined person or someone just eager to read. The book wouldn’t reveal its other pages until the test was taken.

So, once every week, we delve back into life at Hogwarts and the adventures it holds. Samuel is the first to fall asleep, twitching occasionally as I continue to read. Lord Voldemort is back, and Harry sees it, but the Ministry of Magic doesn't believe everything Harry tells them. Their goal is to keep everyone calm. What will he do? "Laila," I whisper, placing the book on my chest, "please stop squirming." She looks up at me, but her eyes stare like she's miles away. "Honey!" I sit up, taking her by the cheeks, "what's wrong?"

The girl smiled happily that the spells succeeded, just as Merlin probably did when he was a child trying his first spells. The smile disappeared when the diary cover began to light up and its lock, which had a strange little padlock and for which she didn’t find a way to open, now opened itself, as if by magic. The cover went aside and the first empty page turned up. The girl looked at the blank page for a few moments, until finally something began to appear on it. Some letters began to appear on the sheet, one by one, until one could read the following text: What was written with magic ice ... will only be seen through the ice.

Every page of The Eye of Abernathy flipped through my mind, each spell searing itself on my bones. With each spell, the power within me grew until I felt ten feet tall and covered in magical armor. Sera gasped and covered her mouth. "You're glowing." I closed my eyes, holding back a scream. The burning consumed me until I thought I would explode. Then it was gone. A ragged breath left me as my eyes opened and I saw smoke. I studied my fingers. They looked the same, but I felt wholly different. And I knew what I needed to do to stop Lawson and save Heather.