Harry Potter Mind Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

A sweet voice sounded near me causing me to jump. I raised my head to see an enchantress. Everything about her was perfection; deep, blue eyes juxtaposing her long golden locks, cherry red lips, and a perfect figure. Her face flushed slightly and she said, “Thank you for your high appraisal. Some people think that my beauty makes me a weak person.” “How did you know… can you read my mind?” I asked in an appalled voice. “I can’t read minds but I can sense moods. With years of experience, I am quite proficient in guessing…”

"They're going to kill you." "They won't be able to land a finger on me," she said, venom dripping from her words. She dragged at Harlow's thigh. "Now, what we haven't figured out is how these two are capable of Magic. How they're able to control minds, send guards flying through the air, and boil their blood." Her eyes narrowed as she became serious. "That's beyond ordinary, Harlow. That's not safe; it's extremely dangerous. No one- not one creature - should be that powerful."

My heart pounds as I catch her scent and feel her breath on me, intensifying the dread within me as I remain unable to see her in the pitch-black room. "Isn't that forbidden magic?" I ask, spinning around the room as I try to find her. I finally realize why I was treated and what drug might have been given to me. They wanted to ensure I didn't die while she controlled my mind. Forbidden magic! It's so strong it could shatter someone's mind if they are not physically and mentally strong.

I told him angrily. Lucas closed the book and stared at me intently. "Hmmm… Don't you like me? All the girls here want me to be their boyfriend. I just looked at him with my naked eye. I scanned his personality. I am trying to read his mind but at that moment I do that I could remember the night when I saw him naked. Oh, my what is happening to me. I can't concentrate on using my magic. I stood in my seat and picked all my belongings.

The magical sphere pulsed with intensity, responding to the urgency of my intent. In the realm of the mind, where Vincent's influence held power, I guided the magic with delicate precision. The sphere shimmered and expanded, weaving through the unseen threads of mental control that bound Tarr. As the spell unfolded, I could sense the resistance within Alex's mind. The magic encircled the tendrils of Vincent's influence, unraveling them with a gentle yet determined force. The tunnel seemed to hum with the combined energies of my incantation and Tarr’s internal struggle. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I poured every ounce of magical ability into the spell.

“Either tell me the spell or cast it.” She frowned at him then opened her mouth to speak. Just then, he felt her touch on his mind, and knew that if she was trying to link with him, she was trying to link with the other, too. So before any word could leave her lips he flicked her forehead with a finger. “What was that for?” she growled, struggling to rub her head and frowning more at the reminder of her still bound hands. “No mind linking,” he told her. “I know you really don’t care what happens right now and just want to get this over with, but if you break your friends’ minds due to a stupid mistake, you’d regret it when you get better.”

I could tell she was using her magic- it was invasive and wicked to me as it made its way to every part of my mind as she tried to make me do as she wanted. Say it, her voice echoed in my mind, venomous and commanding. Say the fucking vows of I’d make sure you regret every decision you have ever made up until this point. Tears welled up in my eyes blurring my vision as I tried my best to get her out of my head but it was futile. My body was shaking and my head was banging as she willed my mind as she wanted. I couldn’t bear the pain and I could feel myself giving in to her pressure as my resolve cracked from the continuous pain.

His hands, weathered and marked by the passage of time, hovered above her, radiating a gentle aura of energy. The wizard closed his eyes, delving into the depths of his knowledge, tapping into the wellspring of his magical prowess. He reached out with his mind, seeking the threads of Lucy's essence, searching for the source of the darkness that had ensnared her. His focus was unyielding, his concentration unbreakable, as he delved deeper into the mysteries of her being.

My heart was beating in anticipation and my mind was completely focused on his every twitch and move. The way the speed spell worked was like this: whenever someone uses abnormal speed to do something directed towards me specifically, the spell kicks into motion. The person attacking me starts moving very very slowly, allowing me to anticipate his move, block it, and counteract it all in record time. While he moves very slowly, I move extra fast. And bang! Undefeatable, just like that! I love magic! And I totally love that I can quote Harry Potter now! To say Ian wasn’t really holding back for me before, would be a total fucking lie.

How my magic works is, I would reach out with my mind, to capture the mind of whoever I want it to work on, then I would simply wish for whatever I want to happen, and it will happen to them almost immediately. But the problem I was having was, I couldn't link my mind to his, just like the first time I tried to heal the wound he got from a rogue. That led me to believe further that I was only meant for destruction. I didn’t give up, though, I just couldn't bear seeing him like that, lifeless. When I had something that might help. I continued to pry into his mind with my eyes shut, trying to find something, anything that could link my mind to his.