Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Stops Holding Back His Magic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

She had her eyes closed, a smile on her lips and her hands extended towards Freya. “What are you doing to her?!” He lunged at her but the crocodiles were there, grabbing his arms and holding him immobile. He growled and his magic sparked. He had every intention of torching the entire stupid castle to the floor and the queen with it but reaching for his magic made his body start to seize. He dropped to his knees, his jaws locked as the seizures rattled him from head to toe and he tasted blood in his mouth. The magic never manifested because he couldn’t reach it. It felt like someone had built a wall cordoning him off from all the magic he should have been able to easily assess.

His face changes from day to night in an instant. “You’ll do well to remember that I’m the one who taught you how to cast spells. How to harness your magic. Hilda managed to shrug off the enchantment on her by herself when she realized she loves Arlo, yet Soren still labors under its power, why is that?”

“Elara, what are you—” “I can stop it.” My voice was strained, my pulse erratic. “I can force it back.” Andrew hesitated, then nodded. “Then do it. I’ll hold it off.” I didn’t have time to argue. Jacob let out a dark laugh. “Oh, this should be good. Let’s see the cursed wolf try to contain something older than time itself.” I ignored him. I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. And then—I reached. The magic was frayed, fragile, like silk unraveling in the wind. But it was still connected. Still holding, barely. I grabbed onto it, pushing my will into its core, demanding it to obey.

His hand trembled. For the first time, he looked scared. “You think this will stop me?” “I think this is step one.” I leaned in, smiling. “You move against Harry again, I release all of it. You’ll be the one they erase.” Then I walked out. My heels echoing like war drums. Back at the Penthouse Harry was waiting. I didn’t say anything. Just walked into his arms. He didn’t ask where I’d been. He just held me. Like he’d been holding his breath until that moment.

His voice was laced with panic. "I mean that for ten years, the wards that protected your pack, that made your lands fertile and rich with magic, were all running on my power." I paused, letting that sink in. "Now that I'm gone, of course they failed." "That's impossible!" he screamed. "You never told me!" "You never asked," I repeated his words from yesterday. "Besides, you have Isla now. Surely her 'traditional shamanic magic' can fix everything, right?" I could hear arguing in the background.

I yelled Oh no, Harry! He said as he rushed outside. I wanted to stop him but he left the room in a rush and I followed him and made a halt at the door. Boom!!! Ouch, that would hurt. I watched as he hit the ground. No, don't, I said as he tried to leave and the same thing happened to him "Don't bother, you can't get out?" I said What's this? Why can't I leave this place? He asked "It's a kind of spell I use to keep myself safe," I explained

It seemed like forever ago that I met him. He closed the book he was copying notes from and inclined his head for me to continue. I caught his interest. I hated what I was about to do, but I needed to lie to him a bit. Once I could explain everything, I would beg him to forgive me. If he did not then I could understand. However, I would continue trying to earn his forgiveness for however long it took, even if that happened centuries down the road. “Hypothetically, is there a way for someone’s access to magic to be dampened or bound?”

He slashed at it with his blade, cutting deep — but every cut simply made it split, two tendrils growing from the wound. A second wrapped his other leg, then his waist. The pull wasn’t violent — it was constant, irresistible, like a slow tide pulling a body out to sea. Harlow lunged in, trying to sever the binds, but another shadow arm blocked her, striking with enough force to send her skidding back across the stone, sparks trailing from her blade. Killian stepped forward, reaching with his own magic. He could feel the difference instantly — the tendrils from the fissure were his, but not under his command.

Kael’s jaw tightened. Harry chuckled low, stepping closer to me. “Good, tell them, own it. You are not their doll to control. You are fire, and fire cannot be caged.” Headmistress Morwen slammed her staff against the floor, magic crackling in the air. “Enough!” she roared. “Aria Blackwell, you are hereby—” “Try it,” Harry cut in, his tone soft but deadly. The air in the hall froze. Even Headmistress Morwen stood still,her eyes narrowed at him.