Bronson Webb Harry Potter Novels & Stories

She grabbed Giselle's hand and asked worriedly, "Gigi, what happened to Harry? How did he end up in the hospital all of a sudden?" There was no sign of Danny among those who had come. He must have gone to take care of Cyrus personally. Brody cut in. "Mrs. Stone, please calm down. One of our classmates drugged Harry and tried to make him do something that he would regret." He had put it very ambiguously, but it was the truth. Moira asked after a moment's pause, "Was it with a female student?" She was guessing that it was. However, Brody shook his head. "It wasn't a female student. It was a guy named Cyrus."

I begged. Bronson gave me a long suspicious stare, " I thought you never wanted a child so why the sudden worked up and besides, Harper is already pregnant if is all about the properties,” Fuck it….! Can he fucking shut up and just help me? I hate the fact that I am this vulnerable, he shouldn’t make it harder for me. I clenched my teeth, curling my fists beside me, “Are you going to help me or not?" "Of course, I will, I will call Lucas to get in her case immediately,” he said and pulled out his phone to dial a number.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 22nd, 1992, 10:14 PM *sigh* Director Amelia Bones was starting to have a headache. Just thinking about the repercussions that this man being found alive will create was making her head hurt. But she had a job to do, and if half of what Croaker had told her about this Lord Ravenclaw was true, then the British Wizard Community was about to be taken off their feet. "Robards, search him. Moody, keep an eye on him."

His hands, hanging by his sides, curled loosely into fists before relaxing again. He turned and strode toward the exit. Just then, Wendell's face appeared before him. "Chief Bronson, you can't leave. There's a hitman waiting outside for an opportunity, and you're still injured!" James looked up, a storm brewing in his dark eyes. "Move aside," he said flatly. "Chief Bronson, you carry the future of too many people. Mrs. Bronson is just temporarily unreachable—we'll definitely find her," Wendell urged in a low voice. "She can hack electronic systems and take down helicopters, so I'm sure no one can easily get close to her."

Bronson Adolph Riordan stepped out into the torchlight. A collective, horrified gasp ripped through the gathered pack. Bronson had removed his expensive suit jacket. His white shirt was torn and heavily stained with dark soot, dirt, and fake blood. He had smeared a line of grease across his forehead, and he walked with a slight, entirely manufactured limp. He looked exactly like a man who had just barely survived a massive catastrophe. He played the part with flawless, sickening perfection. "Beta!" one of the remaining elders cried out, rushing forward. "What happened? Where is the Alpha? Where is the convoy?"

Harry answered, bringing out a hamburger from the basket with juice. "What plan do you intend to use to defeat him? There's no one with any amazing power and since he got his power back, he'll be twice as strong as he was before and he has his army. Brooklyn is the only one who can get a chance to kill him" Fiona announced and Harry sighed. "Brooklyn would never agree to help us. And even if we offer to make him tje alpha, he still wouldn't bulge. The only option is the monk's sword" Harry remarked.

I need to start jogging again in the morning. "Stand aside." He waves his hand backwards and we take a few steps back. Branson closes his eyes and starts murmuring something. A spell, maybe. Just then, the wall starts moving and Tessa clutches my arm. The wall slowly slides away to the left, revealing another door. "Fuck!" Alex's jaw drops. "J. K. Rowling surely came across this place and then wrote Harry Potter." He chuckles and I nudge him with my elbow. "Let's go." Branson says and opens the door. Tessa's hold gets tighter on my arm and I praise Moon Goddess for not giving her sharp nails.