Dorcas Harry Potter の小説・ストーリー

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

Chapter 63 At the Kings official chamber, “Mom, tell me who is that?” came the impatient Lily’s voice. After receiving the water from the queen and gulping it down, Crysta looked at her daughter. “it’s the soul eater, Draco” she said as she inhaled sharply again. “Draco?” Lily asked her mom and as she repeated the name, Melinda trembled in Steve’s arms. Eric’s eyes landed on Steve and Melinda who stood at the corner of the room.

“ Are you Derek? Hello, I am Ginny. I will be in charge of teaching you about the foundation of magic,” Ginny introduced herself to him, she was a very beautiful woman. With her red hair that floated behind her and brown eyes that were filled with warmth that he had never seen after the death of his mother.

I calmly take in a deep breath before nodding. Few meters ahead and I was standing before the council. Principal Eldor was sitting amidst four strange faces, only one female and Tabitha Crofus -my grandmother is sitting some meters away from them. A sly smile rests on her lips as she looks at me. I return it with my chin up high, setting her aback. "Miss Hermione Crofus, a final year student of Showek's High school is been accused of using her magic wrongly to hurt a fellow student, by name Ketura Crofus..." The man at the extreme end says

“The Lockhart’s are one of the wealthiest families in Britain. Are she and Jade g-” “Yumm that looks delicious!” I interrupt her just in time, as we come into view of a small wooden stand, where Miss Turner, my math teacher, is stirring a large black cauldron with a silver ladle. She’s dressed as Snow White, her black hair held back by a bright red bow which perfectly matches the frames of her round Harry Potterish glasses. Even though I hate math with the passion of a million burning suns, I can’t help but like Miss Turner and her sweet, awkward math-nerd humor.

Harry chuckled upon hearing the question, then grinned, "Care about her? No, not even close. She's not my daughter. Why should I care about a woman who has no connection to me whatsoever?" Lucas furrowed his brow in confusion, his grip on his emotions tightening. "Wait, if she's not your daughter, then whose daughter is she?" Harry's lips curled into a sly smile, enjoying the intrigue he was creating. "She's the daughter of the vessel's original owner, the one whose body I now inhabit." Lucas's eyes widened in realization, the implications of Harry's words sinking in. "You mean Karina is the daughter of the person whose body you took over?"

“Dora. The one your queen marked for death.” Shock rippled, and recognition followed. Faces shifted as memory stirred. “But the goddess chose to save me.” Then, I told them. Not every tiny detail, but enough. Enough to break the illusion. I spoke of Maya—the girl burdened, hunted, and manipulated long before she even understood why. I spoke of becoming Dora. Of becoming Sage. Of the quiet coaching the queen had given Claire behind closed doors. Of the potions slipped carefully into my path. Of the traps laid so subtly most of them had never even realized they existed.

She asked her parents. "She is in her room." Hilda answered without making eye contact. "I'll go and meet her." Rebecca said and told her feet. She had walked a few metres away from them when her attention was called. "What's her name, Becky?" Her mother asked curiously. "Catherine, Ma'am!" Zita answered before her mistress could. Rebecca glanced at her mother and nodded to confirm. Hilda smiled at Catherine. She walked away and stood at a door in the corridor. She exhaled calmly and turned the handle. She peeped in and saw Crystal. Crystal was getting dressed.

The broken body in the center of it. A scream clawed at her throat, but all she could manage was a gasp as her hand flew to her mouth. Blood slicked the floor, soaking the lifeless form of a young woman. Her features, though bloodied and still, were unmistakable. Dorcas. Her handmaiden. "No..." Lena whispered, pain lacing each syllable like a dagger. Her knees weakened beneath her. Darius turned to her then, the grin on his face revealing bloodstained teeth.

Just supper great! “Hey… dahlia right?” A female voice comes behind me as I’m tucking my phone into my vest. I look to the side to meet a petite lady standing a few distance beside me. Groomed in the scavenging vest and standing at a tent pitch. “We seem to be tent neighbors aren’t we?” The lady joke and roar with laughter. It triggers me to laugh too. “Right.” “I’m Dorcas.”