Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Uses Parselmagic Novels & Stories

Selene's POV My heart thumped rapidly in my chest out of excitement as I watched my magic slowly warm it's way into Alpha Horrell's body. I couldn't help it as watching another fall under my control was just too exhilarating and that too someone as powerful as this old fart. His eyes began to slowly lose focus before clouding over with a dark fog. I purposely casted a strong paralytic spell on him so he wouldn't make too much of a fuss. I couldn't draw attention to myself. At least not now or here.

Petal interrupted quietly, finishing his thought. Aran nodded slowly, the weight of her words sinking in. "Yes, and you had him shift into that hut outside the territory. For dark magic to work he'd need something of yours—your hair, your nails, your clothes. But you never touched him when you treated him, and I made sure to erase your scent from the hut and from him..." He trailed off, confused. "So how—" "He tasted my power when I treated him," Petal said softly, the words cutting through the air. "He had my power running in his veins."

I couldn't afford to wander around aimlessly; every second on my watch mattered. Then I remembered an old saying. [To break a spell, close your eyes and summon the strongest creature that has ever walked on earth.] It might be a long shot, but it was worth trying especially for someone without magic. So I closed my eyes and prayed with everything I had to the strongest living being I could think of. A Phoenix. When I opened my eyes again, the illusion had shattered. The path ahead was clear. I realized the spell had created dozens of perfect copies of the same tree, just in different sizes. It was strangely fascinating.

I whispered and almost immediately, my appearance changed. The clothes I wore turned into a red gown. My own "once in a while" sceptre found its way into my hands. My hair became longer and every right thing about me changed to the magical form I switched to. "Woah!" Steve exclaimed as he stared at me with surprise and shock. I turned towards the part of the city that caught fire and stretched my sceptre towards the area. Immediately, the fire died down and smoke was the only thing that remained. I stretched the sceptre towards every corner of the Spears' mansion, thereby invoking and assigning some of my protection powers to the house and everything in it. None of the inhabitants would get

This Transformation technique was extremely magical, and others wouldn’t be able to tell whether it was real or fake. Alex sneered and deliberately said, “Heh heh, why can’t I be here? Hermione Yggdrasil, are you with that guy called Dummy? Following him makes you my enemy. Now, hurry up and kneel and lick my toes, and I might consider sparing your life.” “What? You…”

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

"Alright... The remains of a dead otter... It was still so tiny. I took a guess that it was still a newborn when it died. I did not understand the idea behind all this. But after you mentioned about spells and charms, I think I start to get the idea..." . "Yeah... But what kind of dark magic do they use in this modern world? Even using a dead animal as their tool. Sick. Sick to the head. Sick to the mind." . "That's not all, Harry... There were also yellow, rotten teeth inside there. Precisely three pieces. It was so disgusting, I literally almost puked upon discovering it all." .

It was just a thin shimmer of silver, but now that Brice had pointed it out, it was obvious. “Time to go bye bye, big fella,” I told Harold. “No! You bye bye!” he shouted. I picked him up off of the ground with my magic as he struggled and tried to get away from me. My magic was more powerful than his, and I could see his cloud of green wavering. “Brice, get way away from there!” I shouted. I didn’t need Harold sucking anybody else into the portal with him.

Mary led them through the halls until they ran into an invisible wall. “It’s a forcefield,” Mirja said, running her hand across it, reading the magic. “Henry-” “It’s Harry.” Mirja dismissed the correction. “I need your magic to break this protection spell.” “Break it?” he questioned. “Well, more like create a little space for us to get through. What can you conjure?” “Fire,” Harry said excitedly. “Great. Conjure it up.”

His fists tightened, nails biting into his palms as he turned away, forcing himself to move. He stopped just before the entrance and turned, his tear-streaked eyes landing on Porsha once more. Swallowing hard, he pushed the doors open, stepping inside the library. Kayziel smirked as he watched the doors close. He turned to Hugh, his green eyes gleaming with triumph. “Your spell worked wonders,” he said, glancing at the spot where Porsha and the others had knelt moments ago. The air shimmered faintly before their forms dissolved into blackened ash, swirling away into nothingness. “I had no idea your dark magic was this effective. I, too, was almost convinced they were real.”