Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Stops Holding Back His Magic Novels & Stories

After being in his arms for long ,I pulled away and he gave me a peck on my forehead . I looked at him and forced out the most fakest smile that I had ever given to anyone my entire life.I literally hated this feeling and I hated what I was doing at this moment but then I had no choice, I just had to do it . Harry stared deep into my eyes and signed. "You know you can tell me anything ,I won't stop helping "he whispered . I smiled and walked away ,I couldn't never let him see the nervousness on my face ,I couldn't let him know about the kids like this ,I know he's going to be so angry ,I could tell by just looking at him .

More than I knew what to do with. He laughed in my face as nothing came to my hands. Not even sparkles or glitters of magic. Just nothing. No. No. No. This couldn't be happening. Not again. Not now. "You took out the one person who was keeping me contained," he whispered in my ear as he slid his disgusting tongue up the side of my neck. "My brother was too concerned with staying bright and light to worry about expanding his magic. He was a fool." "A fool obviously strong enough to contain you," I bit out as I frantically tried to get more magic to rise within me.

"You can't resist. Come, Henry. Come find me." My legs moved without permission, each step an agonizing betrayal that sent panic skittering through my chest. The instinct to resist screamed in my mind, but the magic's hold tightened with every step, making me feel like a puppet dancing on frayed strings, helpless and afraid. Invisible threads of magic coiled around my muscles and dragged me forward against my will. Each step dragged me toward the door, my will splintering with every footfall. I gripped the doorframe, forcing myself to stop. My breath came in short gasps, sweat beading on my forehead.

I was now going to take my magic test and, finally, see if I could get my magical license. If Harry Potter could do it then so could I! So, I took a breath and prepared to jump into the magic trial. First, it was a paper test, which was never fun. Then you had to show you knew the spells you had been practicing. Finally, a potions test. I truly feel like I had stepped into Hogwarts or something. During a brief break between trials, I nearly did make a joke about it but didn’t think it was going to go over well so I stopped myself

I rolled my eyes. The ritual went on, the chanting growing louder and bouncing through the quiet forest. Harry lay still on the wooden planks, and for a moment, nothing happened, he didn't react like he did in the first ritual. Then, his claws suddenly shot out, only to pull back just as fast. I raised an eyebrow. It looked like he’d been practicing, learning to control his shifts. I felt a small spark of pride, though I’d never say it out loud. At least something was going right for once.

Harvey lifted his hands as claws started to grow on his fingers. “It’s Azen’s magic: the passage has its own way of making certain that you're supernatural, so it decompresses your ability to suppress your true nature.” The chaperone turned to look at me. I could see his face clearly now because of the light. He rubbed his fingers on his beard and slightly squinted his eyes. He noticed. But, instead of pointing it out, he looked away and gripped the saddle. “Now we must go.”