Arabella Figg Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Arabella had lived long under the same roof with Morfran and Sabrina to know, they had wild sex during the night and her witch nemesis would often lose a bit of her strength during that time, just enough for her to get one or two gems inside her room. It was horrifying how Sabrina often came out with bruises on her body after she offered pleasure to Morfran, but she understood why. Whatever frustration he had for not having her, he let it out on Sabrina, and the bitch was willing to be his whore. She distracted the guards that stood by Sabrina’s room. Inside, Arabella found one gem that was on display and she took it, hoping it had enough potential to activate the spell she needed to fake he

Arabella lied. "Then where was he when I came with Mirror? I didn't see him?" Jay asked with a raised eyebrow. "I took him to your cage my Lord." Arabella answered. "To my cage? How do you mean?" He demanded. "He is at the place where your serpent is chained." Arabella answered. "How can you be able to make him breath under water?" Jay asked surprisedly. "I am an evil witch, remember, so I used my powers on him." Arabella answered.

Lord Elden nodded, "Very well." They continued their journey to the palace. Meanwhile, a tall female witch in a black robe that hung down to the ground came out of the forest. She walked towards where Lord Zathur's body was lying on the ground. He placed his hands on Lord Zathur's body as he stood up. Her black and beautiful lips uttered a spell known only to the wizarding nation. Suddenly a green light shot out of his palm and enveloped Lord Zathur's body. Lord Zathur's injured body parts slowly closed up until they were fully healed.

She wiped her hands with fresh clothes with a sigh. "Egon!" That name sent chills down my spine, like my body recognised unknown fear. I feel like crying whenever this happens, I have felt the same in nightmare and it's a terrible feeling. "Someone else? Someone is there, I got a parcel with my pictures and I know that it's not from him." Arabella got up and leansd against her bike, looking at me nonchalantly. It looks like her personality, she is not fond of emotions it seems. "Then ask those pictures!"

Emily sighed as she looked at the mural, "Our Arabella's mind is sharper than a camera. She remembers every detail of something she has seen once, and can even perfectly recreate it. We should have brought her here." Upon hearing her words, Professor Graham's eyes flashed with admiration. "Heroes abound, your generation is truly talented!" Emily said, "Of course, Arabella is a once-in-a-century genius." Arabella lightly tapped her, indicating she should lower her voice. Emily quickly closed her mouth.

"It wasn't Aria? Are you certain?" Arabella laughed heartily at the question as if it was the most absurd thing she had ever been asked. "Yes, of course, it was me," she replied, standing next to the computer screen and turning to display her profile so that the professor could compare her to the image. "See? It couldn't have been anyone but me!" Professor Higgins dutifully examined the photo and its subject and then nodded, his brow furrowed in confusion.

He gripped the edge of his desk tightly. No, It was not possible. Arabella was no longer there. She had allegedly gone on a private retreat, according to her family. For years, her phone was turned off, which made the press become disinterested. She had faded into quiet shame, everyone thought. Yet here she was on the first page. She had returned with more power and obviously became wealthy. Roman stood, twitching his fingers. He said, "I need her address." "Mister?" "I would like to know where she is staying with whom she is collaborating”. He replied with his voice calmed. “Everything”.

“He was everything that a parent wanted for their child, a PhD student at Harvard. He was the TA in one of my classes.” “You went to Harvard?” Gael gapes at the other. Arabella chuckles a little. “Yeah. With Faye.” “hey, I didn’t know my baby was so smart,” Gael praises. Arabella lightly slaps at his chest, the water around them rippling. She sobers up a little as he goes on with her story.

Thalia echoed incredulously, her astonishment impossible to hide. Arabella affirmed with a nod. "Yes, I am the Queen of the Phoenixes." Thalia's mind reeled, struggling to process the revelation. Arabella as a queen seemed unbelievable, an imaginary cover. With an incredulous toss of her head, she burst into laughter, the sound dripping with sarcasm. "You, a queen?" she retorted, her disbelief palpable. "That's quite the fairy tale." However, her laughter was short-lived, extinguished by the intensity of Orga's gaze. A sudden silence fell over her as the reality of the situation began to sink in.

Arabella rushed back to the door, her voice raspy, still struggling with the chips stuck in her throat. “Yes, Miss Arabella,” Jimmy replied flatly. “He’s waiting in the living room.” Arabella narrowed her eyes. Harry was calling for her? The same Harry who usually shooed her away? Harry whose pride was taller than Mount Everest? Harry who had looked at her this morning as if she were an annoying fly? This had to be a trap. Arabella’s mind spun with bizarre scenarios. She knew that rich people could do whatever they wanted. She squinted toward the door, as if trying to see through it and read Jimmy’s thoughts. “What exactly did he say?”