Blood Traitor Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I could only assume he was sorting tools on a tray. Ghost attached the blood bag to an IV pole, then rolled it next to me. He took the tubing and connected it to the hub taped to my arm. He adjusted a few more things, then released the clamp. The blood started flowing, and he came around so I could see his face again. "This is very special blood, Thirty-Eight. It's a mix, you see. From a witch and a wolf." He leaned in close again. "I want to see whose blood wins."

When Anton came home, he talked on his phone in his home office then sat on the sofa with me asking how I was feeling. I could have stayed home again today, but I want to take my spelling test. Mommy quizzed me on the way to school today, and I did really well and it didn’t make my brain hurt. At morning recess, I got to stay inside and help Miss Gates make photocopies in the office. I can still carry things, even though my wrist is in a cast. Mrs. Higgs saw me enter the office with Miss Gates and left quickly like she needed to go potty, but I know it was because she was scared.

AYRA’S POV: Betrayal feels like blood is oozing out of every pore in your body pricking like a needle at every inch and never leave you with a relief but a trauma. I was more concerned about as I cried when I asked him if Sabrina was part of his plan or not.

“You don’t know what you have done, you fools!” “Sure,” Tony replied to Meguitte, ignoring the prisoners. “Won’t be long.” “How is Harry?” She asked him, and he paused, catching hold of the doorframe. He shrugged, a muscle twisting in the corner of his jaw. “Still feeding the corpse blood, as if they think it will do something,” he said grimly. “There’s no sign of change, though Harry swears the hand-wound is looking better. Won’t let us look though. Won’t let anyone beyond the doorway, not even the ancients who come to donate. Harry will drink from them, and then feed the corpse themselves.”

“And I needed you unchanged a little longer.” I leaned back against the couch, exhaustion seeping into my bones. “I don’t know who I am anymore,” I admitted. “Romano. Siankovski. Moretti.” He turned fully toward me now. “You’re Bianca Moretti,” he said proudly. “The rest is context.” “That’s not how blood works.” I playfully rolled my eyes. “No,” he agreed. “But it’s how choice works.” I studied him — this man who knew how to command armies but struggled to sit with grief.

His face was full of confusion as he asked, "Babe, what did I even do wrong?" I tried to get him to stand up, but Betty stopped me. She pulled me to the couch and raised her chin at Trent. "Did you cheat on her?" Trent's eyes widened, almost popping out of his head. "No way! If I had that much time, I'd rather code a few more lines!" Aggrieved, he shuffled on his knees over to me and tried to plead his case. Before he could say anything, however, he noticed the bandages on my hand.

Before I pulled the trigger, I could see the same guard take a step towards me, probably to plead for his life again, and so I turned and shot him on the leg, shooting the traitor immediately after. Speaking of Traitor's, there's another one here. The daughter of the traitor I hated the most. At first, a part of me didn't want to have her pay but I believe in the words that the ‘the child shall pay for the sins of the father'. Walking towards her cell, I opened it only to see her laying there looking unconscious. Shocked and confused, I ran to her and she was indeed unconscious. “Call Theodore now!” I yelled out to everyone and no one in particular to call the doctor as I raised her up.

“When your name is called, come to the stage. A single drop of blood is all it takes.” Oh good. Just blood magic in front of a thousand people. Casual. One by one, students stepped forward, pricked a finger, dropped their blood in the cauldron, and watched as the smoke rose, each color matching a house. Red for DracoVanth. Violet for NoctiShade. Green for Venmire. Silver-gray for Vargheim. Then....“Lila Gerrick.” “Eeeeeeeek!” Lila squealed, bouncing to her feet. “Wish me luck!”

Harry has Rh- blood type, Grainne is a mother, of course, but unexpectedly Carwyn also has this blood type. Isn't this too coincidental? Remembering the strange familiarity between Carwyn and Harry, Grainne suddenly felt shocked. On the night five years ago, after she spent the night with a mysterious man in a hotel, that person left her a bank card with a tremendous amount of money. This is very similar to what Carwyn can do! The night that happened five years ago, could it be… was he? “Miss Grainne… Miss Grainne?” The Doctor's voice brought Grainne back to reality, and she regained her senses, seeing the Doctor's worried face.

A month had passed since the incident that made Haltz Castle in chaos had occurred. Rai and Pine were still on the bed in the middle of the throne room. Even though Diana had given all her blood to them, they didn't recover right away. It took time to adapt to everything, especially the blood they received was vampire pure blood that had a hundred percent purity. Meanwhile, Kevin and Al are loyal to the people who are most precious to them. Julio was not far from there to protect his master. Allan and Gail were still in the castle.