Harry Potter Music Prodigy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

But I manage, when my hand reappears, confusion dances in his irises, and then they widen as he snatches the penny that wasn’t there when I put my hand behind his ear, I made a show of waving an empty hand before slipping it behind his ear. He plucks the coin from my finger tips. “That..” “That was magic.” I finish proudly, I’ve never tried it on anyone else before now. I should have practiced but eh, if his senses weren’t so desire clouded, he would have picked up on it. “How?” he asks, turning the coin in his hand like it would explain. Feeling a little shy, I tuck my chin into my neck. “I found Prof. Obscuro, he taught me a few things–”

I joined his side, “The Muses probably saw how devoted your family was to their music that they decided to grant you a position among them.” He blinked and hurried back over to the shelf, “Wait. That logic could apply to you as well.” “Meaning?” I sat on the window seat. He pulled out another thick book and brought it over to me, “Ser Struan probably saw something in you or your music and found you worthy of him.” “But I get sick every time I play perfectly,” I shook my head. He set the book in my lap, “Yes and you also can’t hear the notes you play, Ser Struan is the Muse of Soundless Harmony, remember? Perhaps he felt your illness and decided to release you of your pain.”

I snorted. “Wait, you recognized him?” I turned to him, giving him a look that means I don’t get what he was talking about. “He’s that boy, Yen” he says. My eyebrows furrowed, unable to comprehend what he was trying to say. “What boy?” I ask. He laughs a little and shook his head, “Remember the boy who made you pursue music? That guitar prodigy you can’t stop talking about before?” he gave me a smile. Wait. No way, it can’t be. But getting his guitar skills I have witnessed into consideration. It isn’t completely impossible.

And Harry deserves a fucking mountain of gold for the timing on this. "I CAME HERE TO FIGHT," I scream and the world screams with me. More credit to Harry, he gets the music down to the 16th note. Like adorable puppies, they're trained to cheer when they hear my music. I hand the headset back to Lauren and she's smiling. It was a dumb move, but it worked. That means it wasn't dumb.

He says and gets up. " I am gonna stay here and act like a Stalker, just like you did. So, go baby girl, make some music." I say and lean back . Harry rolls his eyes and puts his headphones on. A soft melody starts to play and he adds a little bit of vocals and I am already hooked . Harry starts to sing and as I start to connect with the song , my heart melts . I know every song has a meaning, but this one hits close to home. Well , He always had a great voice.

Leori said, his voice filled with certainty, "your talent is a gift that must be cultivated. I will sponsor you and provide the resources necessary for your musical education. Together, we will unlock the full potential of your artistry." The young boy's eyes widened in disbelief, his heart swelling with gratitude. It was a dream come true—his passion for music recognized by the Alpha himself. Overwhelmed with emotions, James nodded, his voice choked with tears of joy and gratitude. And so, the journey began. James became a regular guest at the palace, where he received guidance and tutelage from renowned musicians and composers. Under the watchful eye of Leori, he honed his skills, explorin

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

Snow's nostrils flared as she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. "A music spell." She said, "unïm di ästay." Immediately sweet music permeated the atmosphere lulling them to sweet oblivion. Snow's proficiency and focus was to be applauded. Alvar nodded his head in a commending manner, which was as good as an applause one got from him. "Good so-" He was cut off as Sybil came in through the doors. "Sorry for interrupting your class Alvar." Alvar shook his head protestingly. Trailing behind the headmaster were a small group of servants carrying bags.

' I screamed and gritted my teeth. "You won't be able to use your powers. Not with silver and wolfsbane in your system. You know, for someone who has heightened senses and an intelligent mind, you sure are stupid and slow to not see this coming. You're too easy." He laughed wickedly at the end. Tears formed in my eyes and I grunted in pain when I moved. I looked up at him. "Why??" I whispered with a weak voice as my vision started to blur. "Wh-why are y-you doing th-this. Harry? Why are you with Dylan? He's a traitor and a bastard!"

He pressed the first note. It rang through the hall, warm, deep, aching. Naomi’s voice followed, rising like dawn. The music wove itself into the air: a blend of jazz, soul, and a softness that made the audience feel as though time itself had paused to listen. Harry played with restraint at first. But the more the melody grew, the more he fell into it. His hands remembered. His soul remembered. The grief that had once chained him loosened, thread by thread, replaced by something fragile and luminous.