Daphne G Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I lied quickly, hugging the book to my chest. “Shut up with your stupid excuses, ” she snapped, stepping forward. “Did you just let her speak to you like that?” Elerein questioned I ignored her attempting to hide the book. Before I could move out of the way, Daphne reached forward and snatched the book from my hands. She skimmed the page then her smile dropped. “What is this? What are you really up to, witch?” “How dare you” Elerein pointed right at Daphne's face but of course she couldn't see her.

To run to Zerach’s arms and bury the truth in his heartbeat. But Daphne was no longer the frightened girl who’d been traded to the Horned King. She was his queen now. And she would not live beneath another lie. She followed the tracks. The air thickened, rich with the smell of pine and rain. Somewhere far off, an owl hooted — a lonely sound that made her pulse race faster. Each step drew her closer to a faint glow ahead, a flickering orange halo in the dark. A house. No — a cottage. Hidden deep in the woods, as if the earth itself had tried to swallow it whole.

Daphnie looked like a dream in her sapphire gown. Daphne was effortlessly beautiful, the kind of girl who didn’t need to try to shine she just did. Her long, golden hair shimmered like sunlight,Her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief and warmth, always full of energy and unspoken plans. She was bold, outspoken, and unafraid to chase what she wanted, especially when it came to love. Daphne had a natural confidence, the kind that drew people in without effort. She could light up any room with her laughter and charm, and even though we weren’t related by blood, she was more than just my best friend she was my family, my anchor, my sister in every way that mattered.

Daphne managed to answer in a low voice. She pulled her kids in one last embrace before ushering them out of the door to the dining hall. She didn’t forget to pick a longer scarf to disguise herself with so she won’t be spotted by some angry rejected women again. She had an extra happy moment with her kids while eating, she packed their lunch herself and her aunt allowed her to take them to school. After dropping them off, she watched them enter the school building with her eyes brimming with tears. Away from her behind a very big tree is a hooded figure with a camera, his back leaning against the tree and a sneak peek into his hooded cover-up shows a sinister smirk.

The way he makes my heart race, the way he—“ “Wow!” I could hear a large chorus, followed by loud claps. I opened my eyes and could see I had a mini ball of fire with blue and red flames. The fire glowed brightly, and I could feel the infinity sign on my neck stiffen. Professor Raven walked up to my table, her mouth opening in shock. “Goodness! Gracious! Who are you?” “My name is Daphne. I’m the new scholarship student,” “Wow!” She gasped. “I can see why you got a scholarship. You’re brilliant. You combined the lust plus desire technique without being taught. And the fire ball, it was large. Well done, Daphne,”

she asked sarcastically and both Mani and Aurora glared at her, Aurora had paused in her stride and turned to look at her. “Aren’t you the one that casted it?” Mani asked and Daphne scoffed. “No, it wasn’t me, I only helped with the portal,” she scoffed again. “Besides, I am not sure that Phoebe trusts me to that extent.” “Who casted the spell?” Mani asked. “Someone you killed,” Daphne had turned to Aurora now. “He is one of the witches you killed the day you came to this town.” Aurora cursed under her breath and Mani couldn’t help the exhausted sigh that fell from her lips.

I stumbled, my phone slipping from my hand as I hit the ground hard, pain shooting through my back. A yelp escaped me, sharp and desperate, and I scrambled to my knees, my hands sinking into the cold mud. My flashlight lay a few feet away, its beam illuminating a pair of boots, sleek, black, and definitely not Keith’s. I looked up, my heart stopping as a familiar figure stood over me. Daphne Synclair, her red hair glowing like fire in the dim light. She leaned down, her lips curling into a cunning smile. Her green eyes glinted with malice, and my blood turned to ice. The girl from this morning, the one who’d giggled at Alex’s desk, was here, and she wasn’t here to talk.

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

“Have you seen her magic?” “Not personally, but she carries around little bottles of potions. My pack members say that she has helped with the most wonderful things.” Daphne’s eyes flash to mine and she very slightly shakes her head. “Is Phin coming here?” I ask cautiously. I didn’t want or need another witch here. “No, I can call her if you like. Maybe she can help out with whatever is happening. Especially since Daphne is a new witch and doesn’t understand what she can and can’t do.”

By the time I got there, the young girl was already packing up. "Mommy! Mummy!" Anna and Hendrix screamed as they eavh ram to give me a hug. I smiled at them happy that for once things were going right, and if she did her job well, they would not even miss school at all. "Hello Mrs Stone" the beautiful glass eyed girl said to me. "Hi, nice to meet you.....?" I asked her name. "Daphne.... Daphne Williams. The agency sent me over here upon your request for a home school teacher." She replied.