Amelia Bones Saves Harry From The Dursleys Fanfiction Novels & Stories

But as she looked into his eyes, she saw something more than just the shadow of his past—a glimmer of warmth and humanity that stirred something deep within her soul. "Remember the night you saved me from the werewolves? He was the necromancer I was angry you let die. He didn't die that night. A kind werewolf saved and nurtured him, while I brought him healing potions from aunt Kayla. We were supposed to sneak out of the kingdom that night but we were caught and thrown in the dungeon," Amelia explained.

She gave a warning to him before walking away, Victor's face darkened as he stared at the door in which she had slammed shut on his face. He was surely going to show her who the scorpion is between him and her. Today, he had tolerated enough insults from tiny girls. *** Amelia came down from the van and a few metres away from the Templetons castle, her face still looked exactly like Miranda's but there were a lot of bruises on her cheeks, forehead and even on her wrists just to make Andrew and also his brothers believe that it was really her so the plan would go on has expected.

Amelia said and then shut her eyes tightly. No other word came out of her yet everywhere trembled. Everything: wind, dust, particle floated in chaos. It was like a giant hurricane threatening to blow us all away. I attempted to run away in panic but seeing how calm Amelia was, just kneeling with her eyes closed in front of the bones made me stand my ground. After the chaos, everything settled. I could see Amelia laying flat, seemingly unconscious in front of the bones. I could not tell if she was dead or alive.

Amelia felt that her body was no longer her own, and she gripped the sheets helplessly, curling her body into a ball. Alex came out of the bathroom and walked over to her, saying in disgust, "Amelia, stop playing dead and make breakfast." Amelia opened her eyes and smiled miserably, "Aren't you afraid that I'll put drugs in your meal?” Alex snorted coldly, "Go down, your Ross Family will be buried with me." Amelia propped herself up on the bed and stood up, her legs shaking as she slowly walked out and back to her room. Amelia took a shower and changed her clothes, which forced her to go downstairs with pain.

"She's trapped you the same way she traps everyone. In dreams of what they want most. But Maeve, listen to me – the longer you stay, the weaker you become. Eventually, you'll forget this is a dream at all. You'll be lost forever, just like she is." "I don't want to leave them," I whispered softly, the tears still flowing. "I know. But you have to. You came here for a reason. You need to make it to the Academy. There you can find the answers about what really happened to them." My parents were still bustling around the kitchen, completely oblivious to the white wolf sitting three feet away from them. "How?" I asked. "How do I leave?" Lyra's expression became sad as she said, "The Mad Mage tol

"Bastard, it's time for you to pay for Sean's life." With that, Valor let out a roar. From a small human, he transformed into a wolf three times the size of a regular wolf and immediately rushed towards the tall vampire. At the same time, Finn and Harry were able to save Keelin and Clara but as soon as Harry untied them Harry suddenly felt a sense of danger, he suddenly turned around but it was too late, the purple bottle was thrown. straight into him and broke. The purple liquid fell on Harry's arm and quickly seeped through his skin.

“She has been lying since the day I was born. Why should I care what a bunch of corrupt elders write down in their dusty ledgers?” “Because if you do not speak, they will treat her like a victim instead of a monster,” a quiet voice spoke from the hallway. Amelia stepped into the kitchen, wrapped in an oversized fleece hoodie, her damp hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. She looked pale, the dark circles under her eyes revealing how little she had slept, but her posture was surprisingly steady for someone who had just discovered she was born a genetic experiment. I stopped pacing, my chest rising and falling as I met her gaze. “Amelia, you should be resting in bed.”

“Or what?” Amelia looked at her. She had no answer. That was the terrible part. She had no magic. No pack. No claws. No fangs. No family name meant anything to her yet. No idea which of Waycross’s rules applied to this moment or whether asking for help would make things worse. Sable stepped closer. The hallway seemed to tighten around her. “You should leave while you can.” “I thought everyone already agreed I can’t.” “Everyone can leave,” Sable said. “The question is what shape they’re in when they do.”

Harry said and pulled away the sheet that was covering her. “Leave me alone, you bastard! Get away from me!” Amanda said as she hurriedly wore her gown and jumped out of the bed. Harry was a bit surprised but it didn’t stop him from doing what he had in mind. He walked closer to Amanda and grabbed her breasts. Amanda was so furious and she used all the energy she had in her and broke his left arm. Harry yelped and grimaced in pain as he fell to the ground. Amanda used the opportunity to escape but when she got out of his room, she saw his family members downstairs in the living room. It looked like they just arrived from the party.

As her new name was Amelia Fosters. A few months later she started a non pretentious love relationship with Harry, he had always been someone she loved despite his father atrocities. How Yelena made him to forget the old her and come to term with the new her, she didn’t know how she did, but he a few times made mention of her resembling someone he knew when he was a child, but he didn't mention the fact he expected her to be dead. Harry loved her. His guts always told him that there was something about her, he always felt a connection whenever she’s with him, like he knew her but he couldn’t place it.