Harry Potter Mind Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Liam asks after sitting next to me and looking into the bag. He drapes his arm over my shoulder casually, pulling me closer to him. I can feel the warmth radiating off him. I can hear my magic whispering sweet nothings to me, begging me to accept it into my heart once again. "It talks to me," I whisper. My heart is thudding against my ribs violently. The flowers are perfectly preserved as if they hadn't aged a single minute since my magic had consumed them. Nia is crouched in my mind with her tail wagging at high speeds.

I said, but she just sadly smiles at me. “I hope you still remember Mom’s words? Don’t mess up okay? This is your only chance.” she sadly told me. My smile vanished and replied, “Of course I do, sis. I won’t forget that. And I won’t waste this opportunity. Don’t worry.” I walked towards the entrance leaving, Ghale behind. Of course. How could I not remember what they told me? “Never have friends, Felicity. If you follow me, you’ll be free from the chains.”

His lips curled into a devilish smirk as he swirled that stupid beard around leisurely. Of course, he was the one who spread the rumours. I should read his mind to be sure. I tried… really tried to read his mind but I couldn't. His mind was dark and empty. My eyes widened in shock. What? How did he block me from reading his mind? How did he even know that I had the power to read minds…? Black magic! This old hag must have been using black magic like Aldrich had suspected. I stared at him again and his smirk had turned into a knowing one. He knew I had just tried to read his mind and failed.

Damian sat down beside her, his expression turning serious. "This is the fifth element," he said gravely. "Mind magic. Even in the old days, it was spoken of only in legends. Those who possess it can not only hear thoughts-but influence them. It's more than rare, Sky. It's dangerous. If you lose control... you could easily break others." Sky swallowed but nodded firmly. "I don't want to use it against anyone," she said quietly. "But if it's inside me, I have to learn to control it. And I'm not afraid of it anymore. Not like I used to be."

"Are you seriously reading my mind again?" “I’m not doing anything,” I said evenly. “You’re the one thinking too loud.” His jaw tightened. "I hate having a mind reader around." “Yeah,” I said softly, turning away. “You’ve been pretty consistent about that.”

With a delicate touch of her mind, she could peer into the innermost musings and secrets of others, unraveling the mysteries that lay hidden within their thoughts. One day, as Isabella and Alexander found themselves in a tranquil garden, a playful curiosity twinkled in their eyes. Alexander, intrigued by Isabella's newfound ability, posed a challenge to her. "Isabella," he said, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips, "I have a thought in my mind. Can you tell me what it is?" Isabella's eyes gleamed with anticipation as she focused her mind, reaching out to sense the subtle waves of thoughts emanating from Alexander. In a matter of moments, she became attuned to the currents of his consciou

My mind was a jumbled mess, but I knew I had to focus, to piece together the fragments of my memories if I was going to survive this ordeal. Fragmented images flashed through my mind like a disjointed slideshow: the imposter Haven, her eyes gleaming with malice; River, his icy blue gaze piercing through me; and the debilitating brain fog that had left me disoriented and vulnerable. As the memories swirled, I strained against the chains binding my hands, but they refused to yield. I gritted my teeth, focusing my energy on summoning my magic. But it was as if my powers had been stifled, silenced by some unseen force. I tried again, pouring all my will into the attempt, but my magic remained el

" I remind myself why I came here in the first place. I didn't replace Alice because I intended to sacrifice myself and take her place. My magic has progressed quickly, even though I haven't been practicing. I close my eyes and allow magic to connect both of us, and when we connect, I see in his mind the person he intends to see. The person he wishes to see. And I become that person with minimal effort. As an extra touch, I convince him to ignore all that feels odd to him. This little encounter will slip from his mind completely and he will have no knowledge of it. It only lasts a few seconds.

His blinked in surprise, asking dazedly, "How...?" "Apparently she doesn't need her hands to be able to do magic." The memory of the night she penetrated my mind arose, and I reacted instantly, my muscles tensing. I could still feel the strong force of her mind bludgeoning mine, seeking to unhinge it. Fury seethed within me. Never again. "So what do you plan on doing with her now?" His eyes grew suspicious. "Wait, you don't believe that crap she was saying about them putting an oblivion spell on her, right?"

I replied in my mind. Mom stared at me in shock. I smiled and said, "So, how does it feel to hear my thoughts again, Mom?" Mom asked in surprise, "So, you knew?" "Of course I knew! They are my thoughts, right? Shouldn't you have asked for my permission first?" I retorted. I was certain that a chill ran down Mom's spine at that moment. Zach clenched his fists, ready to hit me. "What's the meaning of this? Were you playing us the whole time? Did you make all of that up?"