Adrian Pucey Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"Better safe than sorry." Of course, Peter couldn't find anything. Harry was a rare example of a vampire with anti-traditionalist views. Moreover, he was protected by a spell that made it nearly impossible to uncover his vampire identity unless he exposed himself, as he did the previous two times to me. Peter likely had no idea that Harry's self-control was almost godlike. Not only did he resist the blood available in the hospital, but even a bowl of fresh blood placed right in front of him wouldn't trigger his bloodlust. At one point, I even joked that he was a mutant vampire who doesn't drink blood but eats meat, just liked us werewolves. And most importantly, Peter didn't know that Harry'

He pulled back slightly, hands gently scanning my arms and shoulders for injury. I shook my head, unable to speak. “Good.” He exhaled, pressing his forehead against mine. “It’s okay now. I’m here. And I swear I’m going to teach you how to rip apart anyone who tries to hurt you.” As we drove back, Adrian kept one hand on the wheel and the other gently holding mine. He told me who Philip truly was. I wondered why they had allowed such a disgusting creature to keep his job for so long. “I’m glad he’s dead,” I whispered.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.