Harry Potter Discovers Magic Early Fanfiction Novels & Stories

But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real. "Wait, so there are actually people with magical powers?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around this new information. "Yes, and it's not just limited to humans. There are also fantastic creatures like dragons, unicorns, and even talking paintings," She replied, her eyes sparkling with wonder. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like a world full of endless possibilities and adventure. "And the best part is, Harry Potter, the famous wizard, goes to Hogwarts too. He's the chosen one, destined to defeat the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort," Renee continued, her voice filled with excitement.

Magic...... Do you believe in magic and spells? Do you believe in supernatural powers? Flying horses, floating houses, curses.. you know, all those stuffs you read in books or watch in movies? Well I didn't, untill a few years ago. It all started a week before my 18th birthday, with dreams. Disturbing dreams, although not scary, no. Not at all. Disturbing because they never made sense ,and those dreams completely changed life. As I was saying, the dreams started on a friday night, exactly one week before my birthday. I saw myself..though not really me, because the lady I saw was a completely different lady. With long red hair, on a flying horse.

He would slowly get close to her, only for her to leave him once she realized that he was a dark mage whose power was uncontrollable. Ginny did not say anything nor did she reprimand him when she saw that he did not greet her, instead she opened the book that she had brought with her and then placed it on the study table. Derek read the title of the chapter that was written on the head of the page—— ‘ Foundation of Magic.’

After parting the curtain a little in an unnoticeable manner, Harry peeped to see if he could recognise anyone. At first, all he could see were three teenage boys in a hoodie. Later when he began to pick words from the conversation, he realised there was only a masculine in the trio; the others appeared to be feminine. This was vindicated when one pulled her hoodie off her head, and shaked her hair. It was a short bub, and Harry couldn't remember where he'd seen this person, but he was sure the face was familiar — he just couldn't place it right.

Then, Harry also asked why I was almost late. "I woke up late," I reasoned. But, Harry suddenly showed me a sensitive response. "No wonder there's a dragon scent," said Harry sarcastically while waving his hand in front of his nose. "Shhhh ..." I pretended to beg not to be bullied. Damn, I forgot to brush my teeth. I admitted that I forgot to bring candy to reduce the side effects. Sorry, Mom, I was in a hurry. Then, Harry handed me three of mint candy. Luckily I met Harry, just in time. Very understood, this one friend of mine.

"And now, Harry, let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure," the ancient wizard (Albus Dumbledore) says in chapter 3 of The Half-Blood Prince. * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It was at dawn when I was awoken from my slumber. Knowing that even one small thud could wake my mom up, I left my door slightly open and walked to the kitchen. Since I could not go back to sleep, I might as well wake up now. I opened the drawer on my right and grabbed a yellow mug with flowers painted on the front. With the mug in one hand, I went to the sink and filled it with water. I gulped the water down in one go and put the mug on the kitchen counter.

"As a teenager, we had to do these indoctrination courses. Montague doesn't care if the younger soldiers know the history or not, he just wants warm magical bodies to syphon from." Taryk nodded, making a note on his phone. "Continue, please." Lukas nodded again. "Early 1800s, magic had just been discovered by one Siegfried Montmoulth when he discovered his daughter could hear his thoughts. That was the earliest recorded use of magic. It could've been ‘round much longer, but not everyone was interested in note taking like you lot are." He glanced at Taryk and Atlas. Rolled his eyes.

My mind drifted back fourteen years. I was thirteen then, and Sherry was twenty-one. Our parents had died in a car crash, leaving behind the Bennett family fortune and a swarm of relatives circling like vultures. Back then, Sherry protected me as if her life depended on it. At the funeral, one of our drunk uncles pointed at me and snarled, "That kid's cursed. Your parents died because of him." Sherry punched him so hard his nose exploded with blood. Then she stood in front of me and warned coldly, "Touch my brother again, and I'll make you regret being born."

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!

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.