Harry Potter Rejects Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Well, mate is the first option. However, since Muggles like you don’t understand the term, perhaps I can be your lover. Or how do you Yanks say it? Your man. I can be your man.” A choked laugh escapes my mouth at his use of the word muggles. “Wait a minute?” I say, stepping closer as I run a towel down my wet hair. “Are you quoting Harry Potter?” He shrugs his shoulders with a roguish grin. “Nevaeh made me watch all seven movies. They were quite brilliant.” I arch my brows with astonishment. The idea that Azazel has sat down for hours to watch the story of a young boy’s adventures in a wizarding school is almost ludicrous. Seeing my incredulous look, Azazel places his hands on my waist and

She started hugging the book, then tucked it beneath her jacket quickly when the men who were chasing came by again. "Well, if that's your passion then why not? Me on the other hand, I hate anything that's associated with words. If you hadn't noticed, I can't read." I sighed. One of the many perks of being raised in the middle of a forest. "Y-you can't read?! Monarian nor English?" Her eyes widened in a confused and baffled expression. I shook my head saying no. "If you can't read, how do you use your magic?" "Would you believe me if I told you?" I smiled.

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.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

Little did he know, I was hunched over in excruciating pain from his silent rejection. The second time, the ritual didn’t go on because Anna had a craving for the pastries in the shop corner. Many incidents of a similar nature ensued. August was always absent, tending to Anna’s little requests. The suffering he put me through slowly killed my expectations. I had long given up on a love that was never meant for me. A throbbing pain split my head, and I drifted back into a hazy sleep. Late at night, I was yanked violently out of bed.

No sign of her, only silence. My eyes scan the space frantically until they land on a small folded note sitting on the bed. I pick it up with shaky hands and open it. It is her handwriting. “Hello, mother and father. I love you very much, but I cannot accept what happened to me today. Please forgive me if I do something crazy to myself. I am sorry, mother and father. Love, Ella.” That was it, My legs almost give way beneath me. My world spins. I clutch the note tightly as I stagger out of the room like a madman, fear gripping every inch of me.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Will sighed and shook his head. “She will never do that,” Will said. “She knows that’s the only thing keeping her here.” I knew that and it was pissing me off so fucking much. No one wanted to take that child and I wasn’t so cruel to separate him from his mother and put him in an orphanage. I didn’t want him to grow up as a rogue either. “So, the healer?” I asked, changing the subject. Will took a deep breath and nodded. “Ellie said that the healers could know more about that type of magic than the doctor,” Will said.