Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Calls Mrs Black Grandma

My name is Margaret Turner. After my daughter, Sarah McDowell, becomes pregnant, I am shocked to find that I can hear the thoughts of the baby in her womb. "Grandma, please don't let Mommy get the prenatal checkup! If they learn I'm a girl, Dad will make her get rid of me. I don't want to die!" I can't believe what I'm hearing. Knowing that my son‑in‑law, Jeremy O'Brien, works at a hospital and can use his connections to learn the baby's gender, I do everything in my power to keep Sarah from being examined. But three months later, doctors confirm that Sarah's baby has a congenital deformity and is fated to be born disabled. Sarah is devastated, and guilt consumes me. Suddenly, I hear my granddaughter's voice again. "It's all because of Dad. He cheated with that nurse and returned home soaked in her cheap perfume. As soon as Mommy breathed it in, I was fated to come into the world deformed. Poor Mommy…" Rage explodes inside me. Without a second thought, I storm into Jeremy's workplace, determined to catch him in the act. I don't expect to walk in on a critical heart surgery he is performing. My intrusion throws the room into chaos, and the patient dies on the operating table. The patient's family loses control, and they cause a violent scene in the hospital. In the mayhem, Jeremy is killed on the spot. When Sarah learns what I've done, she is consumed by rage and declares she wants nothing more to do with me. At that moment, my granddaughter's voice echoes in my mind once more. "Mommy is heartbroken and needs time to heal. Grandma, please don't make things worse. Mommy will be okay after she rests." Hearing this, I force myself to stay calm. But that very night, word arrives that Sarah has thrown herself into a river and ended her life. Shattered by grief, I eventually make the same tragic choice. As my final breath fades, my granddaughter's chilling laugh echoes in my ears. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the day her voice first crept into my mind.

The books say that besides empaths, mages are the most sensitive when it comes to emotions. They also say that mages are the most dangerous supernatural s pecies to walk the earth. There's a reason for that, the elders say that mages who are underaged are a ticking time bomb because if a mage who is not of age constantly experiences negative emotions before their Coming of Age ceremony, their magic becomes twisted, their heart becomes cold and their eyes change to reflect that evil magic coursing through them. No one ever believed the books, thinking of them as fairy tales. At least they didn't until Olive Lane walked into school her magic dark and corrupted enough to give her a shadow familiar. Her hair no longer an almost white blond but a haunting purple. Gone were her kind and emotion-filled green eyes and in their place were amethyst eyes filled with nothing but hatred and amusement. Everyone watched her snap the neck of a classmate with the tilt of her head and it was in that moment they realized that the books and the elders were right. And for the first time in their peace-filled lives, the residents of Ravenswood felt true horror because when she looked at them, they knew that in front of them was the monster spoken of in fear and terrified reverence. Olive Lane,the sweetest and kindest person to ever walk the earth was now a Dark Mage. Will her soul be forever lost in the darkness or is there a hope for redemption? Will she defeat her demons or will they overtake her and ruin that which she loves...

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

On the eve of our bonding ceremony, my mate, Blake Sterling, the future Alpha of the Sterling pack, secretly tampers with the public declaration going out to the North Aforian Werewolf Alliance. He swaps out his own name for his uncle's—Harrison Sterling. A friend from the pack questions in a low voice, "Are you out of your mind? Every pack leader in North Aforia is going to think Stella is marrying Harrison! "What if she decides to go through with it? You've already kept her waiting for seven years. Do you honestly think her wolf is going to put up with this?" Blake lets out a dismissive laugh. The scent of his pine-scented pheromones fills the air, his arrogance evident as he says, "I lost a bet to Sophia and promised her I'd do something crazy. Besides, it's just a declaration letter. It's not like I canceled the ceremony. "Knowing Stella, she'll blow a fuse the second she sees that letter. Then when she comes storming over to make a scene, I'll just pretend to be the bigger person and say, 'Fine. I'll send out a new one.' Easy." His friend looks like he wants to say something, but decides against it. He only shakes his head and looks away. He's probably thinking, "This arrogant idiot has no idea what he's destroying." The completely oblivious Blake casually twirls a pen in his hand, remarking, "Uncle Harrison's wolf died from a silver bullet years ago. He'd never acknowledge the arrangement. "When Stella eventually comes to me in tears, I'll use that chance to make her completely devoted to me." His flippant remark draws a chorus of laughter from the young werewolves around him. As I stand outside the study, listening to their conversation for what feels like forever, my heart grows colder with every passing moment. I then walk away, dumping the hangover cure and the cup of black coffee meant to help him through his rut straight into the sink without a second thought. Later, when the letter arrives, my mom comes rushing over in panic, looking absolutely horrified. I simply smile, take the letter with the name "Harrison Sterling" on it, and stare at it for a long while. I say softly, "It's fine, Mom. Send this declaration out to the entire North Aforian Werewolf Alliance exactly as it is."

He is an Alpha Werewolf-Vampire Hybrid Prince She thought she was an ordinary Werewolf-Witch Both made without consent She is running for her life He is searching for someone important What will they do when their paths cross? Will he be able to protect her?? Or will she be a victim of her past??? * This story is the third instalment of my 'Royal Family' series, this series is best read in order. ** Warning this story may trigger some readers as it contains mature and physical abuse, rape, some violence and mature scenes. Please read at own discretion! Royal Family Series Book 1 - The Werewolf and the Vampire King Book 2 - Daughter of the Vampire King Book 3 - The WereWitch and the Royal Alpha Prince Book 4 - The Royal Triplets

I had returned from overseas to attend my foster son's wedding, already wearing my dress for the evening. My former high school classmates recognized me and pointed at me, laughing wildly. They tore my dress off me without hesitation. Ruby Saunders apologized to me, but it was all an act. She looked at me with malevolence. She had instigated her lackeys to strip me in public. When I tried to retaliate, she slapped me so hard that I fell to the ground. I closed my eyes and laughed coldly as I saw the cruel excitement on her face. She used to imitate me and accuse me of copying her, but I always endured it. However, today was my last straw. I would not allow her to marry into my family and turn me into her mother-in-law, no matter what!