Harry Potter Learns Magic Before Hogwarts Fanfiction Novels & Stories

In the movie Harry Potter, the students attended a kind of magical school called Hogwarts. In their school, there is a stair they used to use them. The stair, standing on it at the first step, you would see it to be very long and sometimes scary to trail. Here in this place the stairs possess the same characteristics as that of the movie Harry Potter. As we moved on the stair, we followed Mr Hartley to the end. And as soon as we finish the end, he took us to a room, I thought at first that the room would be the place we were going to neglecting the saying that we were going to a turnel, so I made up a guess that Mr Hartley must have changed his plan but on getting to the room, Mr Hartley did

Magic ignited in his palm, and I felt a calming warmth as my palm absorbed the beautiful light. "It's natural to feel uneasy when you discover new powers," James instructed me in the basics of magic. The first step was learning to control my strength, which was challenging. James advised me to practice more to improve my abilities while Darcus observed in the background. Unexpectedly, a surge of magic overwhelmed James, injuring him, but he quickly recovered. I felt terrible, but James assured me that setbacks were a part of the learning process.

At the same time, Harriet whispered another spell to restrict the monster’s movement more effectively. “[Rex et Varuna]...” The ground started to move like a whirlpool. The solid became liquid as the tight particle forcibly shifted with mana. And it began to swallow the monster’s feet to the ground. GROWL!! The black wolf staggered, confused about what was happening. Even as a berserk monster, he was still a mage. In his life, he had never seen magic used like this! It all made sense since Harriet did not learn magic like any other mage. She was entirely self-taught, and her understanding differed from the mages who learned an already-established system.

“Most of the potions and spells that witches and wizards use require training, as well. I haven’t considered that either. I wonder if we could teach you.” “Since this is all speculation, I would prefer if you experiment on me before you try things out on our child,” I said. “Once you’re recovered and are up to it, you can start giving me lessons in magic. If it’s something I can do, we’ll know whether or not it hurts me at all and whether I’m capable. If it all looks good, then when she’s old enough, like the normal age where you would start training a witch, then I guess you could start training her.”

Today marked the beginning of my journey, officially, into the world of magic—a world I had longed to explore ever since my encounter with the vision of the community's first queen. For two days, I had immersed myself in the ancient magic books, devouring their contents with an insatiable hunger for knowledge. With each page I turned, I had delved deeper into the mysteries of magic, learning the intricacies of summoning and controlling magical creatures, as well as the secrets of casting spells both simple and complex. Though I had practiced in secret, hidden away from prying eyes, my determination never wavered. And now, as I sat at the breakfast table with my family, my newfound skills lay

Her track record with me says I won't like whatever plan she has. "Then I'll keep my magic and open the portal myself." She burst out laughing, holding herself as tears fill her eyes. "Oh, that's a good one." I shrug. "Well, if I'm as powerful as you say then this should be easy-peasy." "Magic isn't that simple." She straightens, all the humor is gone from her expression. "It takes a dedicated student years of training. You don't just flash a wand at something and expect a miracle."

I paused, staring directly at him before smiling, "or I will use mine." *flashback ends* That day was the first of many, teaching him hard lessons. Making sure I corrupted his brain, so he would always follow me. I don't need any spells or magic anymore. He knows to listen, or I will make him suffer. Watching him walk out onto the field, he kept his head down, showing respect to me. What a good little dog. Standing a distance away, he waited to hear what today's lesson would be. Summoning my magic, I conjure up a hallucination that looks just like Katie.

Gemma gasped at what she was witnessing and knew she had a lot to learn. "Do you believe me now?" Hazel said and recited a spell in a low voice, and her wound closed up. "How did you know?" Gemma asked in, her eyes shining with curiosity. "It is a book of forbidden magic. it needs the blood of someone who practices forbidden magic to be opened. Like my blood or maybe your blood. not everyone can do this, " Hazel explained and patted Gemma on her shoulder. "You have a lot to learn. Coraline should have taught you this already. I wonder why she hasn't. "

And every day, I stood back, torn between pride and fear. It was a strange thing, watching someone you love grow into a power that felt so alien, so immense. Her magic hummed in the air around her, an extension of herself that she was still learning to control. At first, it was wild, unpredictable bursts that sent objects flying or extinguished candles with a mere thought. But as the days turned into weeks, I’d seen her grow more precise, more deliberate. She was a natural, I couldn’t deny it. Every spell she mastered felt like watching a flower bloom under impossible conditions, fragile yet fiercely determined.

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.