Alex Watson Harry Potter Novels & Stories

It means a great deal to me! ＊ The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. Above all, I felt the immeasurable guilt for pretending to be his friend to gain more information on Tyler and his connection with Villain X. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

Harry replied and teleported to Austin's house. He was surprised when he saw Ariana who was still in her demon form. Austin was shocked to see his uncle, he wished Ariana wasn't in her demon form. "Austin, we need to talk now!" Harry said firmly and went upstairs while Austin followed him. "Is he mad at you for spending too much time here?" Ariana demanded and Austin shook his head before leaving. Harry slapped his face immediately after he entered. "You're a disgrace" Harry cursed and Austin opened his mouth but his uncle silenced him.

She took the stairs down and paused by the door of the main chamber when she heard Connery’s voice within. “I will need some things,” Connery said in an echo of her own thoughts. “And a workspace where I won’t be interrupted. You know how sensitive the ingredients are Harry.” “Oh, believe me, I was sweating the entire time I was distributing those nasty little pouches around that high school, but the explosion was marvellous,” Harry replied. “There’s a bunch of witches in the other warehouse who should be able to assist you. And Meguitte, of course. She might have some tricks of her own.”

'What exactly are you? 'I am a wizard and Alexa is a tribrid: part witch, part vampire and part werewolf and that was why I was so sure earlier when you spoke of a third mate, that he would definitely be a werewolf!'

Anything! “I didn't think the worst; I saw it with my own fucking eyes. Do you expect me to be smiling and jumping when I'm with someone who can kill another person as if he were an animal?” She spat, looking at him in disbelief as tears streamed down her face. Alexa couldn't help it; she couldn't pretend to be okay with everything she found out today. Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore.

But how could he forget her very own child, and even call her a pain in the neck? “Sofi, I’ll get some water.” Then he left. I wanted to chase after Sir Calix, I wanted to talk to him but... Sapphire needed me more. I sat down in front of her again. Xander innocently wiped his sister’s cheek. Harrison’s question crossed my mind... Does that mean Sir Calix really has memory loss? But there were no articles saying he had an accident. The Watson family is a recognized name. Were such a serious incident to take place, there is no doubt it would be made public in some manner. Yet, not a single news piece has come out mentioning any member of them.

Harry asked, his voice low but sharp, demanding the truth. Alex swallowed hard, the lump in his throat making each word a struggle. He took a deep breath and recounted everything—the box, Logan’s transformation, the fire, the chaos, and Rafael’s terrifying fury. Every detail, every moment of uncontrolled power, he relayed with care, aware that Harry’s reaction would be crucial. Harry listened silently, his face darkening as each revelation sank in. His fists clenched briefly, a flash of fear and anger crossing his features, then subsiding under his usual calm authority.

“Right?” Nodding my head, I confirm that he is, in fact, NOT a dragon. “Then… Are you a wizard like Harry Potter?” Aria looks to Aleksandr and she’s the first one to ask him directly. He just smiles and shakes his head. Alex is still looking at me as if he’s trying to decide if this is an elaborate ruse or if I’m actually being serious, but he remains quiet.

“Now, what did Jonathan write?” “Let’s see. Scepter equals Excalibur. Sword of Gryffindor rules. Mirror of Erised.” I squinted a little as I read the handwritten note. Isis shifted in my lap, turning to look at me, utterly confused. “I’m not sure I understand that. Why does Jonathan go from talking about Excalibur to Harry Potter? I mean, both are British, and Merlin is in both, though obviously only spoken of in Harry Potter.” Isis’s brow was furrowed as she tried to understand that strange way my friend’s mind works.

Mrs Wachukwu stares at both girls in fury, waiting for there explanations. "Mum, I got it!" Someone's voice is heard, completely getting both girls attention. Just by looking at him, Alexandra could tell he was the supposed Raphael.