Harry Potter Mind Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I was at her side immediately, stroking the hair from her brow so I could look into her eyes. "Selene?" I asked worriedly. It took a moment for her gaze to focus on mine and when it did her eyes were back to the same brilliant green they were before. "You had me worried there for a second," I breathed. She sat up straight still trying to shake the dredges of her trance from her mind. "I'm ok," she assured me with a weak smile. "This kind of magic can be draining, and before yesterday, I never thought I had the capacity to try it."

She'll be so pleased. The more the Amnell witch kept chanting, the more I drained from her powerful magic, prying secretly in her head for the box. But I still couldn't find it, it's like she had it locked up in an impenetrable corner of her mind. But I'll find it, I'm confident I will. My eyes were wide open, while I dived into her mind and hers were closed shut, concentrating deeply to find the mole. I laughed humorously, unfortunately I'm sitting right in front of her.

That was the strangest thing about this mystery. "What happened a week ago?" Belle asked, dreading the answer. "Oh." Damien chuckled. "Now that would be telling." Looking about the room, Belle could hazard a guess. An insanely unlikely one. 'Magic spells only work in fiction,' she thought. Still... what other explanation was there? If she were crazy, surely she wouldn't be aware of her condition. Crazy people don't know they are crazy. "Whatever you've done, please make it stop," she asked, staring at him with pleading, tear-filled eyes.

“Your mother was a curious thing too, always questioning the world around her. Already I see so much of her in you.” I blinked away tears, my eyes downcast as we approached a slope of moss-covered rocks. His words rang a bell within me, dredging up the memory of his supposed affinities. My mouth went dry as I thought about him delving into my mind, toying with my thoughts and uncovering why I’d followed him all this way. “Lucille said you had an affinity for mental magic. You can get into people’s heads and stuff, twist their thoughts and use them to your advantage.”

Throughout the week, dad made me focus on being able to do it to multiple people at a time, as well as being able to do it with a simple flick of the wrist or passing of a thought. At one point he mentioned that I had mind reading and mind control abilities but I wasn’t ready to dive into those yet, they made me....uneasy. Everytime I used my magic though, my shields fell. I managed to catch them here and there, but according to dad that’s more than enough to allow someone into my head. The thought made me restless, and that didn’t go away.

Harry agrees to go with me to the party and what I could do the next day on my way to school was have him in my dirty mind? 'You should stop doing that, Diane" My subconscious warned me. I should stop thinking about Harry Michaelson. He is a badboy, he is an arrogant rich model, he is a mean playboy. In conclusion, he is not good for my mind. *** I should avoid Harry today. I mean I can't have one arrogant model come from nowhere and starts to destroy me mentally all in the name of a fake relationship, but thinking about it deeply, I know he's still gonna destroy me because I know within me that I can't avoid him at all.

They deserved to know what was happening—and I needed to stop feeling so damn alone in it. Closing my eyes, I reached inward, drawing on both my magic and the ancient power coiled beneath it. I pictured them clearly—each face, each etched into my mind with painful clarity. Then I wove a mind path. The world shifted. I stepped through thought itself, following the thread until I found them. When I did, I gently dropped my message into their minds, holding the path open long enough to feel their reactions—shock first, startled, then recognition, and finally a hesitant calm.

She said you loved it and that you love him. He sighed and that single action nearly broke me. I remembered the vision I'd seen of Sharra torturing Troy. The way his body had writhed and the things she said. Commanding him to admit he didn't love me. I wanted so badly to save him and had felt the seven magics fill me to overflowing. It was like nothing I experienced while awake. A thought or feeling nagged at the back of my mind, telling me the power was there. All I had to do was call it forth. If only I knew how.

Nox’s P.O.V. “Shayla, honey. I told you not to go leaving the house without me. You know it’s just not safe right now.” Her voice wavered only to come to a screeching halt when she met my eyes. My magic lashed out like a coiled snake, only instead of sinking its fangs into her flesh, it sunk them into her mind. Shayla stepped out of her mother’s hold; remorse written across every line of her soft face.

She covertly watched the other Mages, especially the younger ones as they smiled and giggled, batting their eyelashes at Rage. She link to a dark corner where she closed her eyes and thought distastefully of Rage. Within a few seconds, pains exploded in her head but this time, it spread to other parts of her body making her almost double up. It was not until she began thinking nice thoughts of him that it eased her and completely disappeared altogether. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath, the realization of what had happened to her making her faint. Rage had made her mouth words to a powerful spell that stopped her from having even bad thoughts about him. In this way, she would ne