Mad-eye In Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"You know, in the world of mages, eye color is a significant indicator of power. For regular mages, when they're tapping into their abilities, their eyes turn a vivid shade of purple. It's a well-known trait, almost a hallmark of their magic." He paused, looking intently at Astrid. "But for the royal family, it's different. They possess a unique and rare eye color. When they channel their powers, their eyes transform into a mesmerizing shade of opalescent teal, shimmering with hues of blue and green. This color is a symbol of their elevated status and the ancient magic flowing through their veins."

"Do you recognize the witch's ointment? A mystery medicinal drug was carried out to the frame for the reason of flying. But in real fact, it has no such astounding effect. But it's far extra than enough for staying beforehand of you--!?" Helena couldn't consider her eyes. Isabella changed into already last in earlier than her. Eyes blazing with purple light. The mystic eyes. Although Helena's touch lenses blocked the results of the mystic eyes... Apparently, because of the eyes' immoderate strength, the lenses started out to crack, inflicting Helena to discover her discipline of view fragmented and broken. . . . ……

My heart pounds as I catch her scent and feel her breath on me, intensifying the dread within me as I remain unable to see her in the pitch-black room. "Isn't that forbidden magic?" I ask, spinning around the room as I try to find her. I finally realize why I was treated and what drug might have been given to me. They wanted to ensure I didn't die while she controlled my mind. Forbidden magic! It's so strong it could shatter someone's mind if they are not physically and mentally strong.

I was my sister now. He dragged the body to the kitchen. Water ran. A suitcase zipper opened. I kept my eyes on the wall. Counted cracks. Seven up. Three across. The water stopped. Footsteps came back. Then he turned off the lights. Darkness. My real eyes screamed for light, but the white lenses blocked everything. I breathed slow. In. Out. A phone flashlight clicked on. Beam straight into my eyes. I didn't blink. Ten seconds. Twenty. My eyes burned behind the plastic, but my face stayed empty. Bored. *Blind.*

Finally, blinding light flashes out of Maeve’s body, blasting the darkness that took over the room, returning it to it’s normal bright state and as quickly as the wind began, it dissipates. Maeve looks down and I watch as Xander coughs. Maeve helps him to sit up and he looks at me, since I’m in his direct line of sight. “What happened?” he asks. “Bro, you just missed some serious Harry Potter shit.” I take a step toward him and then rush to catch Maeve as she passes out.

I could hear it breathing now, a wet, rasping sound that echoed through the broken floor. "What is it?" I whispered. "I don't know." Kira backed toward the destroyed doorway. "But Maya woke it up. Her blood magic called it. And now it's here." The breathing grew louder. Closer. And from the darkness of the hole, something that might have been an eye opened. It was the size of my entire body, pupilless and glowing with that same wrong green light. It looked directly at me. "Run," Kira said. We ran.

Nobody cared about hierarchy or bloodlines or any of the bullshit that ruled our daily lives. This was exactly what I needed. Except I couldn't turn it off. My brain kept circling back. To Seraphina's grave. To my mother in chains. To Magnus not being my father. To the scattered fragmented vision of the killer looming over my sister's body from that height. I needed to stop thinking. Near the far wall I spotted a group gathered around a coffee table. They were laughing. Passing around a small mirror with blue powder arranged in neat lines. I knew what it was. Moonshine. The drug that made you feel like you could fly and walk on water without needing magic.

She looked like a replica of Harley Quinn, only more waif-like. "What are you looking at?" The girl asked sharply. "Your eyes," Maddie said "Are they always like that?" "Yes. I can control people's minds with my eyes" The girl replied and her eyes changed to a pure-white consistency, similar to cataracts. "You can–what?"

It soon morphed into realization. "The Potter boy?" "Ay. One of the items, the one wheezing colored smoke, had the color of the smoke change while Lord Ravenclaw was removing the… 'thing' from the lad's head. It went back to its normal color after he applied the phoenix's tear." Auror Moody said. His magic eye had caught the change of color in the smoke that the silver knick-knack was producing. He didn't say anything at the time to not alert the not involved people. Director Bones nodded at her Auror, and barked an order.

She looks tired, her slightly curly dark brown hair falling in loose spirals out of the bun she pinned to the top of her head a few hours ago when she rolled up her sleeves and jumped in at the mention of Dark Magic. “Blake, you need to leave and get some rest. Maddy has been waiting to talk to you.” “I’m not leaving her without an explanation as to what that fucking animal did to her!” I snap back. “You said she’s dying? Why? What kind of spell or potion would do this to a person, and why was it used?” Kenna closes her eyes and exhales, surrendering, but it’s Maeve who speaks, her voice tight to shield the same feelings her mother can’t help but show.