Harry Potter Old Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Raven My lips are quivering with words unsaid as memories of the past swarm through my brain. I see my mother making coffee, smiling before I pack my lunch for school. She always sat at our table, ready with breakfast, and now I understand why she was never in a hurry—all she needed was for me to leave so she could open up a portal. Julia, my mother, worked at the Magic Academy, and the vision clearly showed that Daisy is eviler than I initially thought. The girl is an evil mastermind, and I never knew!

I was hoping I could coax it out. “And you’re not telling the others because?” he asks with just a hint of exasperation. “Because I don’t want to start a wildfire over a whisper.” His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t argue. That’s why I love him. He lets me chase shadows, but he always stays close enough to catch me if I fall. I drag a hand through my hair and stare into the now-still surface of the bowl. “The magic feels really old. Not elemental. Not rooted. It’s slippery, clever. Like it wants me to see it, but only in pieces.”

The night he’d kidnapped his own son and planned to suck all his magic out of him had been particularly illuminating. “I don’t have a fan club. Fan clubs are for teenage losers.” I batted my eyelashes at him and, with malicious pleasure, watched him turn even redder. “But either way, you don’t have to put posters of me on your wall with hearts drawn on them with your favorite pink glitter pen to, I don’t know, not drain my magic for your own purposes? Isn’t this a little bit like father, like son?” The color vanished from Nate’s face so quickly I could practically hear the blood whooshing south. “How do you know about that?” His voice was a hoarse whisper.

The witches exchanged looks, their expressions grim as they listened. The silver-haired woman nodded. “This magic is old, dark, and treacherous,” she said, her tone layered with a quiet respect for the dark forces at play. “We will do what we can, but you must understand—dark magic leaves scars. Even if we can extract it, he may not emerge the same.” Arthur’s father clenched his fists, his jaw tight. “Just save him,” he said gruffly, his voice barely concealing his desperation. The lead witch stepped forward, standing beside Arthur. She placed her hands over his chest, her fingertips glowing with a soft, eerie light as she began to chant. The room filled with the faint scent of herbs, the ai

"No, no, there must be something we can do. It has to be possible to make up for what I did. Use your damn black magic and find a damn solution now! I shouted, already overcome with rage. I didn't care if I had to pay this man all the money in the pack to help me get Chloe back and break the curse. At my desperate cries, the old wizard sighed and looked down at the bowls. He stretched out his hands and took the crystal runes while closing his eyes. Strange spells began to come out of his old lips. However, all my attention was focused on his hands, which he pressed tightly against the crystal runes. “What the hell!” I said to myself when I saw the crystal runes begin to dig into the old man'

Jasper hesitantly asked. “Enough,” the warlock replied. “What I don’t know, you can fill in. First, we need to cover our magical trail. I worry that the old witch will be back on her feet soon. From what I can tell, she’s very old. The older they are, the tougher they become. We need to dissolve our trail before she can get a magical scent.” “How did she get out of commission to begin with?” Jasper asked.

"She'll be long dead." "Not this magic, no." Sophie replied, sounding dreadful. She knew from our battle, that I was stronger than I let her believe. "This magic is old. Old as time itself." I thought her pause for a moment however listening behind the door made that difficult. "I have only seen that magic from one other person." "Who?" Elizabeth asked, trying to remain clam while I heard the tearing of a bandage. "Who else would have a magic that's as old as time?"

I didn't know why but I was tense and disinclined to do this. What am I thinking I can do this I muttered. As I stood near his door and used my dark magic to see that he was sleeping on his desk inside. As I pushed open the office door it was open and he was really sleeping. Perfect, this was my chance. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a potion I had brewed, which would make him become paralyzed slowly, he wouldn't realize it at first but he would lose all his powers and will start aging quickly, his lifespan cut short.

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A tear. It yawned open between the roots of two ancient oaks, edges warped and rippling like burned fabric. Black smoke oozed from it in slow, pulsing waves, staining the air with a sickly, metallic scent. Dark magic. Old. Rotten. Alive. I took a cautious step closer. “What… is this?” I whispered. The shadows shifted. The hole pulsed. And then— A voice slithered into my mind. You felt it too, didn’t you?