Novel & Cerita Daphne G Harry Potter

Being the only one who accepted me and took care of me despite knowing that I could harm her at any time, madam Dorothy is like a mother to me. She was my late mother’s friend, and she never hesitated to come to my aid. However, that day, I got agitated and shifted into my wolf and nearly killed her if she hadn’t escaped my grip. She was hospitalized for a few months before she recovered. Even after recovery, she still refused to leave my side. DAPHNE “Daphne!” I heard the faint voice. I saw myself sitting on the ground in a garden. The garden was so beautiful and huge. Staring around the garden, I spotted a big white wolf… it's furs were so shiny and the eyes glowed like the sun. Its eyebal

As everyone had their wands on top of their desks, Erik addressed the class. "Can anyone tell me what just happened here that was wrong?" He asked the class, and a black haired female student from house Slytherin raised her hand first, followed by another male student of the same house. She was one of the two who 'placed' first in the test. "Your name and answer, Miss." Erik said while pointing to the female student who had raised her hand first. "Daphne Greengrass. Most of the class took too long to retrieve their wands."

I stood there, helpless, as they worked around him. “Please step outside,” someone said, guiding me toward the door. I barely felt it, I barely heard it. My mind was still stuck on his words. The door closed in front of me and just like that—I was alone again only this time…It wasn’t just heartbreak waiting for me on the other side. It was something far more dangerous because somewhere out there… Someone had just learned—Daphne Harper existed.

Three Days Later Daphne stood at the National Gallery. Hair pinned in soft curls, her green eyes masked behind a veil of dark lashes. Her floor-length black gown hugged her in all the right places, a masterpiece of elegance and misdirection. No one would look at her and think killer. But the blade hidden in her thigh holster didn’t care what they thought. She moved through the crowd, champagne flute in hand, like she belonged. Every sense was alert. Her target, Viktor Petrov, hadn’t arrived yet. She had time to prepare. Time to breathe.

Harper wiped a tear from her own face and hugged me tightly. “Why are you crying, silly girl?” I asked softly. “I’m so happy, Daphne,” she said, her voice catching. “You’ve gone through so much in this pack. You’ve been pushed down, judged, almost lost everything, and now…” she trailed off, overwhelmed with emotion. She held me closer. “I’ve always been your number one fan, Daphne. I always will be,” she whispered. I laughed softly and hugged her back. “I know, Harper. You’re my second love after Theo, obviously,” I teased, making her giggle. The other ladies laughed along, and for a moment, the tension in the room eased.

Then they brought her in. Daphne Reid. Twenty three years old, worked as a baker in a local bread factory, has an aged mother who needs surgery and a toxic marriage she was clearly trying to escape. I had already done my research. My men had gathered all the details they could find. The pieces fell into place too perfectly. She stood there, uncertain and confused, with her eyes darting around my office as if she were still trying to process why she was here. She looked exactly like Daisy. It was eerie.

Like they were disgusted by me. I let a smile confident smirk curve the side of my lips as I walked on, my eyes scanning the entire length of the room and commiting the faces of everyone present to my mind. That was until my gaze locked on two very familiar faces. My spine went rigid. Daphne was standing near the grand staircase, a flute of champagne in her hand. She was wearing a dress that was far too white and far too tight, looking like she was trying to claim a purity she’d never possessed. And beside her stood Xavier.

"Daph can really do it. For those who don't know, Daph is amazing at Sarcozian and has learned martial arts. She's a perfect match for the character!" "I don't know much about Daphne, but after reading about her, I really think she fits the vibe for the main character of 'Daughter of the Sea'. "She's also someone who worked hard to succeed and found a suitable partner for herself. I think the role was made for her!"

Dorothy had left and it seemed Drew had joined Abel and Daryl as the group stood outside the library. He glanced back to see the lone boy asleep at his table. The professor slowly brought his eyes back to meet Daphne’s. “You’re a Half-Myth.” The girl smiled shyly in response, “I have a Dream Acorn.” Professor Theodore frowned when she showed him a small item connected to her bracelet. He felt his eyebrows relax, “This is a Fairy Item.” He looked back at the girl and couldn’t believe it. She had not given off

"Sorry for the delay. Your gifts arrived late, and I couldn't come empty-handed. The roads were closed due to the rain as well. I'll be more punctual next time." He took the seat beside Hermione, his eyes sweeping over everyone at the table with a faint smirk. "Oh, Mr. Huxley..." Daphne said frantically. "I didn't know." "Of course you didn't. Otherwise, you wouldn't have questioned my moral conduct." Rhys's gaze pinned her in place. "I'm not a cheater, Mrs..." He trailed off, waiting for her to introduce herself. Daphne's face reddened further. She shot Hermione a venomous glare for not introducing her beforehand. "Daphne Windsor. I'm Hermione's—"