Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Unblocks His Magic

Great, his Royal Highnass was in my head too. I narrowed my eyes at him, before fixating my attention on Maddie. “Say that I could, would it be possible?” I asked. She twisted her lips, as she squinted at the table. “We’d have to test it, but I think it would be worth a try. Your abilities don’t require any spells or charms, meaning it shouldn’t alert another witch to magic nearby. I just don’t know how your blocking would affect my spell. It kind of contradicts it.”

“…right.” Harry’s smile widened, not playful this time, but satisfied, like he had been waiting for me to say it. “Good.” My stomach twisted. “Why are you pushing me like this?” His shadow stretched across mine as he leaned forward, his voice quiet and dangerous. “Because powers only sharpens when you stop lying to yourself. Stop pretending this is an accident. Stop pretending you can contain it. This—” His fingers brushed the faint violet glow at my fingertips, sending sparks across my skin. “—was never meant to be silenced.”

He was becoming a liability. I raised my hand, my fingers curling as I prepared to cast the spell that would bind his will to mine permanently. I wanted to see his eyes go blank.. I wanted to see him crawl. "Get out of my head, witch!" he hissed. I snapped my fingers, throwing the invisible threads of power toward him. I expected him to collapse.. I expected him to scream. But nothing happened. The magic hit a wall an inch from his chest and dissipated into a harmless spark. I froze with my heart skipping a beat. I tried again, pushing harder and pouring my rage into the spell.

I paused, then looked up at her. “I know it’s him, Fernie.” “Harry?” I nodded slowly. “He’s blocking me.” The words tasted bitter in my mouth. “I don’t know how, but he is. Every time something seems promising… it just falls through.” Fernie shook her head in disbelief. “That’s insane.” “No,” I said quietly. “That’s Harry.” We sat in silence for a moment. The kind that didn’t need filling. Then she reached across the table and placed her hand over mine.

I would rather remain just their friend than to lose them from my life entirely. I held my hands out for him to take. This was not the first time that we did this this. His warm hands slid against mine and then closed around them. “There’s something that’s weighing on me today, but I can’t make sense of it no matter how many times I try to.” It felt like there was a block that was preventing me from unraveling whatever it was. Perhaps he could find a way to push past it with his abilities. His magic slid into my mind with a gentle caress. It was warm and comforting, encouraging me to relax. To open my mind and give it permission to access it. Consent was essential for this to work or else my

"The bastard did it. He closed it on purpose. This was his backup plan. At the end of the day, he won." "How do I unblock it?" I asked eagerly, "Tell me what to do." "It's too late. Everything you need to unblock it isn't here, and the ritual itself takes thirty minutes. She can't survive it, I suggest you just say your goodbye before you regret it." "He did this. Can't he just undo it?" I countered. Edyrm shook his head, "No, he can't. He doesn't have the ability to do that." He muttered, laying on the floor now, I refused to give up.

He kissed her until her legs buckled with pleasure and then he lifted her up and tossed her onto the bed, ‘You don’t need those. He snarled snapping his fingers making her clothes disappearand leaving her as naked as he was. ’You will need these.’ He snapped his fingers again and black leather cuffs appeared on her wrists and ankles pulling her violently back down onto the bed and spreading her open for him. She fought against them struggling hard to use her magic but something was blocking it. ‘Do you think I am so stupid that I would leave your magic unlocked little hybrid?’

“You’re here now. And everything is exactly where it should be.” I gritted my teeth. “You won’t win.” I promise to never let that happen. Even if it's with my last blood. “Oh, but I already have.” He stood again, brushing dust from his tailored jacket like he wasn’t the kind of man who kept dungeons in his basement. I tugged against the chains. They didn’t budge. My magic—still blocked. Whatever potion they’d used was dampening everything. My strength, my will, and my focus.

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.

He wanted to leave a mark. I felt like screaming, crying, and breaking his face. My magic snaked through my bloodstream. It peeked out at my fingertips, hoping to end it all. When I was about to ruin it, I heard over the mental link, “Hang in there, doll. I’m looking at you. I won’t leave you alone. Hold on just a little longer and this will all be over. I’m about to rip his head off.” Hearing that he was close to me made me automatically block Harry’s breath on my skin. I blocked out all kinds of emotions that he provoked in me. I became a real doll. “Okay, honey. I will resist.”