Lady Magic Protects Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She always has had one of us with her. Indicating she understood, Miranda looks at all of us. “Well, I don’t think I’ll find anything out if you are with me. I can put a protection spell around Lily before we go out to ensure she is protected for the short period of time we will be out and mingling with Pack members,” she offers. “Do you think that will be enough? I don’t know a lot about dark magic. Can they break through a protection spell?” I ask.

Mary led them through the halls until they ran into an invisible wall. “It’s a forcefield,” Mirja said, running her hand across it, reading the magic. “Henry-” “It’s Harry.” Mirja dismissed the correction. “I need your magic to break this protection spell.” “Break it?” he questioned. “Well, more like create a little space for us to get through. What can you conjure?” “Fire,” Harry said excitedly. “Great. Conjure it up.”

I said, looking down at him gripping his hand in mine. “You need to take him back to the underworld. He was foolish with his magic, and he will die if he stays here any longer.” I ordered. She nodded as she crouched down beside him. I could see her sheathed blades reflecting the moonlight. “If he has used his magic, he is has done so to protect something he cares a great deal about. And that is anything but foolish, my Lady.” She growled as she looked him over. Her eyes stopped on his hand, and then her yellow eyes focused on mine. Her lip turned up into a slight grin revealing her sharp teeth.

I said, looking down at him gripping his hand in mine. “You need to take him back to the underworld. He was foolish with his magic, and he will die if he stays here any longer.” I ordered. She nodded as she crouched down beside him. I could see her sheathed blades reflecting the moonlight. “If he has used his magic, he is has done so to protect something he cares a great deal about. And that is anything but foolish, my Lady.” She growled as she looked him over. Her eyes stopped on his hand, and then her yellow eyes focused on mine. Her lip turned up into a slight grin revealing her sharp teeth.

He was still in the dungeons, his punishment under magical suspension, neither aging nor dreaming. I stepped into the hall, nodding at Lily, who was now proudly wearing the silver braid of my Luna’s hand. She walked by my side, protectively close, and I sensed the change in her too. Lily was no longer the frightened maid who had warned me in whispers. She stood tall now, radiant with her own quiet power.

"Damian told me so much about you. I hear you handled all the… tedious little details for the ceremony." I took her hands. Her palms were soft. Uncalloused. Not a flicker of true power. My stomach dropped. She was a fraud. And Damian… did he know? Or did he not care? "The garden behind the manor is so lush, it's like magic," Reina said excitedly. "Really?" Isla looked at Damian. "Is that your doing?" "It was Lyra. She healed the land with her magic," Damian said, but his tone was dismissive, like he was talking about something trivial.

My mother's friend had taught me enough about witchcraft to recognize the signs of a spell being cast, and this one was aimed directly at Damien with malicious intent. "Damien, move!" I shouted, throwing myself forward and slamming into his side just as Lily's magic erupted from her fingertips. The force of my impact sent us both tumbling to the ground, and I felt the searing heat of her spell pass inches from where Damien's head had been moments before. The magical energy crashed into the large window behind us with explosive force, sending shards of glass raining down like deadly confetti.

“Real charming. Punches like a wrecking ball. Still pissed I broke his favorite saber when I was ten.” Lotanni stood nearby, pacing slowly. “She’s fighting her old mentor, right?” I asked. Orin nodded. “Mage with familiar magic. Guy taught half her village. Doesn’t go easy.” Lotanni returned from her latest round not long after, her braid messy, her eyes dark. “Two minutes flat,” she said dully. “No progress.” “Still longer than either of us,” I offered. She didn’t answer. Nyomei had it worse—or stranger.

Bella said, and Hazel nodded. She took a deep breath, then placed her hand on the book. “Oh, great book of witches, show me a protection spell to shield my friends and me from evil,” Hazel said, taking her hands off the book. Nothing happened, causing her to groan. “I shouldn’t have even...” Before she could finish, they felt a cool breeze sweep across the room, and the book flipped open...

Paige POV She blasted me. The fucking bitch blasted me with dark magic with full force. At that moment, I was thankful that Vladimir had asked me for an elf´s armor. Coral´s magic was slipping away from my body, not reaching me and not affecting me. I saw it in her eyes. She didn't know what was happening, she didn't understand the reach of white magic, and she was confused about what was protecting me. Beside the armor, the witches of the Circle of the Willow cast a blessing spell over me. No dark magic would be allowed to harm me, regardless of who cast it or how strong it was.