What Is A Muggle-born In Harry Potter Novels & Stories

There were three groups of Magicks; Borne: Those born of magic, at least a descendant of parents who had magic, a bloodline of magical beings born into the world, their magical core was recorded as they usually were brought into the world in a shower of sparks and glowing lights. Awakened: Magical creatures who had magical birthrights thrust upon them, rare but not unfounded. In rare circumstances, when someone with magic knew they were going to die, mostly in gruesome ways, they transferred their magic to the nearest person, the magic itself would find the most compatible host—the process was excruciating, or so he'd heard. Opsimaths: Borne magicks that, unfortunately, hadn't awoken to thei

"We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided." ― 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.

The only one who had any connection to the person I was before. And from my discussions with Amara, I learned things that no one else could have taught me. She told me about pure-blooded witches and wizards who called themselves “half gods”. It was a name that reeked of arrogance, but it also…frightened me. Could someone really be so powerful that they declared themselves part god? They were rare, Amara said. Born with magic in their veins, but still required to study and practice and grow their craft. Power didn’t come easily, even to them.

"Nothing is certain. That's why pure blood werewolves dislike hybrids because they are considered uncertain." "Pure blood werewolves? What are those?" Noreen asked. "Werewolves are born from werewolf parents, like me and Thiery. Hybrids are offspring born from a human and a werewolf, while artificial werewolves are those who were attacked by a werewolf but didn't die and became werewolves themselves," Ariel said. "Most artificial werewolves become Rogues because they're wild and dangerous, so no pack will take them in or recognize them."

Even for us, it isn't easy to understand how all this happened. —You know that I come from the White Magic Coven, one of the most powerful among witches, the Zanaerys. When the first heir to the throne was born, he had unmatched strength and powers. The witches' council performed a unique spell in which his soul would be reborn within a descendant of my family for decades. Hence, it was, and we always had, a worthy, just, and powerful King.

They were what I would call a mix between a vampire and a witch. A mage could harness the power of the sun. They would take in the power that they could use to perform their weird spells in a way. Each mage had their own type of power that they used, but all could heal themselves by only taking in sunlight. How they were like vamps was they would absorb a person's life essence. It made newborns highly dangerous as they were not able to control their powers. Any little emotion and they would wipe out an entire army. Even a slight bump to one could take them, taking away your life. That is why Mages were so rare. They were hunted to near extinction. Newborns were often at the accompaniment of

"Truth or dare, new girl." She hated me because she was a witch and I was a magi. She practised dark magic and I practised elemental magic, well a version of it. I hadn't mastered any of the elements yet which was why I was a magi. You are promoted to mage only when you master an element and to grand magus when you master them all. There was a school for that, I vaguely remember from when my mother had told me.

The house of Dal from the south and the house of Sif from the northwest. Unlike the rest of the nobility, these two families realized early on that with the new power of magic things would change. And while the other young lords remained in their fancy classical schools, the Dal and Sif families sent their descendants, those who were blessed with a spark, to new wizarding academies. Although the spark did not discriminate, blood seemed to matter. If someone had the spark, it was common for their family members to have it as well. The stronger the spark in them, the greater the chance that their bloodline would produce an equally strong or even stronger sorcerer.

The quietness within me scares me. ‘’My lord’’ they greeted as they walked past me. Emery was doing such a great job, unlike when I had last visited, the lands have not only been extended but she had made sure to upgrade, providing the people with good and better ways of living. As I walked my way towards the coven mansion, I could feel the constant stares from everyone. Yes, it was not surprising to have them stare so hard. I was the first and maybe the last of my kind. A wizard is not a hybrid born every generation, while wizards are a rare gene, a wizard hybrid with the powers of an alpha is unheard of.

I hissed out in anger. "You think you could convince your husband otherwise?" She asked with a look. "Well, do you think you could convince your butcher otherwise?" I asked back and she nodded 'no', just what I thought. "But I'm sure your sister might end up being around you in Ravenclaw, you're from a high house, yes?" She asked. "Yes but our parents are dead and without a brother, we really didn't rise in the ranks since our parent's death" I explained and she just nodded.