Harry Potter Learns Black Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The black was no longer showing so that meant it was already seeping inside me, consuming me. I had to tap into dark magic and since I already did it once, it was the only way. I closed my eyes to concentrate as I conjured up every ounce of power I had build up inside me and unleashed it onto the leopard causing it to cry out in pain. When I opened my eyes I could cry. It didn't kill or hurt the beast it spit it into 3. All that work for nothing.

She still tried her best to figure out how his black magic works, she had travelled into his mind countless times and could only find the traumatic memory that could trigger any villain witch. What she couldn't find was the drive. The connection he had with his black magic so she could serve it and channel it and see if it led her to what she feared. What if he was the host the elders were on about? How long was he practicing dark magic? The Darkforce was drawn to dark things… “Wake up.” She snapped her fingers in his face cutting through her thoughts and the scarred witch stirred, he was without his cloak and his scarred face was shown clearly.

The shadows in the corners of the room seemed to stretch toward the book, hungry and listening. "It's fighting you," Marcus Blackthorn drawled from the armchair in the corner. He was swirling a glass of blood-laced bourbon, looking for all the world like a bored aristocrat watching a gladiator match. "Dark magic has an immune system, Vida. It knows you're a High Witch. It doesn't like you." "I don't need it to like me," I muttered, wiping a fresh trickle of blood from my nose with the back of my hand. "I need it to talk."

I did the same, allowing a single tear to fall from my eye. Together, we watched as our combined essence dripped onto the lock of the book, the magic swirling and shimmering with power. "You might want to step back for a moment," Professor Black warned. "I'm not sure what sort of reaction the book will have to the spell breaking." I nodded, a tinge of nervousness fluttering in my chest as I took a step back, gripping Alex's hand tightly. The air crackled with anticipation as the magic surged, enveloping the book in a radiant glow. Slowly, the lock began to click open, the sound echoing through the chamber like a triumphant melody.

He stuttered, "What on earth is going on?" Noticing that Finn was no longer in pain, Larissa felt slightly relieved. "It's just as you see. Someone has cast black magic on you, which made you delirious!" Josie crumpled to the ground as she watched Larissa lift the black magic from Finn. She mumbled, "That isn't possible. Isn't black magic supposed to be forever unliftable?" Larissa sneered, "Forever? With what you've done to Finn, he wouldn't even survive past a year!

I had no intention of using the spells within, but if I could learn everything possible about dark magic, then perhaps I could see the signs before walking blindly into a massacre. Hours ticked by, and the longer I stayed in that room, the more I realized that the dark magic wasn’t affecting me as it should have been. I skimmed through a book of spells, noting the ingredients and strange chants. Most of them called for some type of blood. Some wanted you to sprinkle it on the earth or ingest it, while others wanted you to paint twisted symbols onto your body. One in particular caught my eye. I dog-eared the page and set the book aside to skim later. The book I was currently opening was large

He staggered back till his back hit the wall. “You have nothing to say about that?” I asked, drawing closer and causing sweat to break out on his forehead. His lips trembled, and he stammered, then gasped when I pulled out a blade. “Tell me the truth, how did they manage to get past you and break that lock?” I asked. “The person must have used a spell or black magic!” he blurted and my heart constricted. Spells and black magic. There was only one person who had that ability and wouldn’t hesitate to use it.

Suddenly, he blew some powder in her eyes and she became blind momentarily. Black magic, this was black magic. She fell back, moaning. She was blind, she could not see. She could hear the wizard approaching where she stood, and again she made a second attempt, but he caught her in midair and lifted her from her neck with one hand. Not only did he make her weak, but he had granted himself superhuman abilities. Her whole body was completely off the ground. “You owe me a life, girl,” he told her. She gurgled and fought to suck in some air. She attempted to locate her father, and he was just standing there.

I continued The guards began to fall to their knees as they felt the wrath of my spells, they felt a sharp pain through their temples as none of them could stand up straight again, this excruciating pain tormented them even more as time went on, I have exceeded the boundaries now, I had to, it was my only chance of survival, I have entered into a different realm all together, I tapped into black magic, black magic is the most aggressive type of magic and it’s said to be contagious, witches over the years are forbidden from using black magic. My eyes were coated with blood, as the black magic consumed my soul and made me more powerful and hungry for blood. “Maledico tibi hodie ... cum bestiis

Three days of being trapped in this room like a criminal while he decided what to do with his disappointing daughter. The black star on my palm throbbed with each heartbeat, a reminder of the magic I'd tasted and lost. The witch's spell had failed, but something had awakened inside me during those moments when her blood mixed with mine. Something dark and hungry that paced beneath my skin like a caged animal.