Harry Potter Old Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Alright... The remains of a dead otter... It was still so tiny. I took a guess that it was still a newborn when it died. I did not understand the idea behind all this. But after you mentioned about spells and charms, I think I start to get the idea..." . "Yeah... But what kind of dark magic do they use in this modern world? Even using a dead animal as their tool. Sick. Sick to the head. Sick to the mind." . "That's not all, Harry... There were also yellow, rotten teeth inside there. Precisely three pieces. It was so disgusting, I literally almost puked upon discovering it all." .

"Hey, little girl! What are you doing there? Come inside the house now! Your mother is waiting for you!``said the old woman. Before I could take the black candy from the dwarf, I jerked hearing the old woman's voice, and looked up to her. She's very old, like a hundred years old. Or maybe that's what I thought as a kid. I stood up since I realized I was kneeling from the ground. Then I look back in the dwarf's direction. He's no longer there. The grand castle doesn't look that grand anymore. It's now just a pile of dirt that looks like an anthill. The small flags are gone and it's darker now than I realized. The magic was already gone but I didn't care. I went inside the house with the old l

She coughs as the liquid goes down her throat, and I laugh at her this time. "Damn, why do people even like this thing?" She asks, staring at the bottle like it's poison, and I laugh. "I don't know, but what I do know is that we have movies to watch," I say as I grab the remote from my other side and put on the movie. ONE HOUR LATER "I don't know what was wrong with me. One moment, I was in love with Oliver, and the next, I was stupidly pining over Harry. It was like magic—magic! A... magic spell!" I gulp, and Sandra laughs at me.

I stood up in pain to notice I was the only one left under the shade. "Nancy!" I screamed. "Help!" I heard other voices. "Steve! Help!" The cries could still be heard afar off till I could hear it no more. I screamed and I ruffled my hair in frustration. "What the hell is happening?" Sage's POV I stood up as I roared with laughter. I've just gotten more confirmation that shows Megan and the entire royal family of the magical world are all weaklings and a bunch of fools. "What do they think?" I scoffed.

“I’d have gone with deluded detective, but look at the muscles on him…” Siobhanny spun furiously away from them, shrinking down into a tousled haired teenager in robes who adjusted his glbuttes. Harry Potter slunk go to me with the sexiness of a lap dancer. I pointed at Siobhanny, when I backed away. “Now I know you’re screwing with me.”

He looked at me and calmly said, “More than I’m willing to admit. It’s been thirty years, Emma. Do the math.” I called on my magic to set his face on fire, but… nothing happened. I tried again, but again... nothing. What the fuck is happening? Harry, noticing my face, gripped my hands and removed them from his clothes, saying, “Your magic doesn’t work in this place, Emma. So here, you have no way to threaten me.” I stood looking at the hands in silence. Damn! I looked up and said, “How is that possible?”

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.

His jaw tightened, and I could see the tension in his shoulders as he took a step back, putting distance between himself and the book. “It’s not supposed to be here,” he said finally, his voice grim. “This is a book of old magic—ancient, dangerous magic that hasn’t been used in centuries. It should have been destroyed long ago.” A chill ran down my spine. “Destroyed? Why?” “Because the magic in this book is forbidden. It’s dark, corruptive. Anyone who tries to use it risks losing themselves, their mind, their soul.” He met my gaze, his eyes filled with a warning. “You should have never touched it.”

She croons hoarsely, showing her blackened teeth in a crooked smile. Seeing this, I pause, the smirk that had been on my lips falling off abruptly. Stilling in my seat, my gaze takes in her entire form then, and a frown rests on my face immediately. This old hag looks... excited. Excited? Suddenly I remember why werewolves and witches don't co-- exist. Those filthy spell mongers take pleasure in torturing us with their charms and magic. ... Sorcery. Thinking this, I tense. How sure am I that this crazy dirty old hag won't turn against us.

The only sign that he might be even slightly irritated was the way his fingers tapped once—just once—on his knee. “You were out drinking,” he repeated, like the words tasted off. “Yep,” I said, forcing a shrug and a half-laugh. “Me, Cassy, Candy, Jimmy. We found a dusty old wine stash from the last century and decided to play ‘who can summon the worst ex with a drunk spell.’ Spoiler: Candy won.” He didn’t laugh. Of course he didn’t. I felt the thrum of magic barely ripple beneath my skin—he wasn’t reading my mind. He never would. But Haunter had other ways of seeing things. Smelling things. Hearing heartbeats.