Family Trees From Harry Potter Novels & Stories

His eyes, once filled with malicious intent, now reflected pure terror. Harry emerged from the shadows, holding a gleaming dagger. He brought it to us, the three Lucas family members, and spoke with a chilling calmness. "Shall I do it, or will one of you?" His words were harsh, but we understood the gravity behind them. Firstly, Roy had to die; otherwise, this nightmare would never end. Secondly, despite everything, Roy was our family, and Harry respected our decision in this final moment.

“It’s okay, Hazel. I didn’t mean to upset you…” “No, it’s fine,” Hazel replied, wiping her eyes. “I only learned about my mother’s family when Alex and I started searching for her. My grand-aunt is the last in the line of witches. She didn’t want to pass it on, so the succession will probably end with her,” she said, her voice trailing off as she tried to hold back more tears. Harden gently wiped a tear from her cheek, offering a soft smile. “Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones making you emotional, huh?”

Hermione did not harbor much sadness when faced with the death of her master. She had also watched with her own eyes how the Yggdrasil family had been struck to death by lightning just now, including her grandfather, her parents, and her sister, among others. If she were an ordinary person, she would have probably been bawling her eyes out bitterly. However, Hermione didn’t shed a single drop of tear. It was as though those relatives of hers meant nothing. In actuality, that was likely true.

"Lucy, it's great to see you. Ready? You look so nervous.” I nodded, trying to steady my breathing. "Yes, I'm ready. Let's do this." Riley pulled out a scroll and began to spread it out. “This is the family tree we managed to put together based on your test and some digging. Everyone highlighted in blue is alive.” I swallowed, my shoulders slumping as I noticed that the boxes that should have contained my parents’ names were outlined in black. Most of the tree was black, but there were at least ten boxes that were highlighted in blue.

Ann mused as they walked a little slower toward her quarters. "Yes. Papa is sure that she either doesn't know about Jasper's transgressions, or that she is powerless to speak out against them. Think about it, the Dubois family must know her parents, and from what Papa says, the witches are proud of their lineage. Each member of their family is like a branch or a root of a tree that gets stronger with each generation as the magick condenses from the parents in each child born. The larger the roots and branches within a family, the more powerful the family and its offspring. If they've been living in secret for so long…Ann, what if they've threatened to eradicate her family if she speaks again

Saraya nodded immediately. “So, how are you feeling now?” Harry asked. Saraya blinked in surprise — how did he even know her? Harry noticed her confusion and chuckled lightly. “I know about you. After all, I’m also a member of this cl— I mean, family,” he corrected smoothly. Vidhant sighed with relief that Harry had avoided the word clan. Saraya, however, didn’t notice the change. Her attention was fixed on Zee, who was happily chewing on his grandfather’s shoulder.

Can you believe it? With a stupidly happy smile on my lips, I dangle my legs from the tree branch I’m sitting on. I’m out in the forest and waiting for the Safir pack to have their meeting. They know I’m here, and in their eyes, I’m their ally. But in reality? Pfft, I’m just here to find out where they took Tess’ friend. For years, my family has been the only thing important to me. And after the rogues killed them, I spent years trying to come up with a way to resurrect them. I’ve always had a gift for creating potions since my mother was a witch.

Rose hugged me and comforted me with a soft voice. "Bennet is my real family. I don't want him to die. When I was very young, Bennet watched over me. I have always been intimidated by other pure-blood wizards because I could not execute curses and spells. But Bennet always helped me manage them. Later, everyone found out that I had a powerful brother, so they didn't dare to show prejudices against me. At that time, although Bennet was young, he was famous for his power. Our parents were proud of him.

Everyone became a frozen statue at their place. But in a few seconds murmuring started again, but, more loud and clear. Students started talking about Harry's past or whatever biodata they have or heard. -"What is he talking about!" -"Sister? Did I hear something wrong?" -"Ahh! Guys Harry does have a sister." -"Where did that come from?" -"You guys forgot? We all know that Harry has two younger siblings. One is his sister and the other one is his youngest brother." -"So are you saying that Serene is... No, that can't be true."

We want someone who’s got their ear to the ground, supernaturally speaking, so this is a good thing. “How did you know?” I ask. Crazy Harry shrugs, then leans down to pet one of the squirrels between its little pointy, tufted ears. “I know a lot of things.” When he straightens again, there’s just the hint of fear in his pale gaze. “Are you going to hurt me?”.“No,” I say, giving Kian a pointed look. I drop my arm away from the feral shifter’s chest and step bodily in front of him before he can terrify our informant into running. “Harry, are you familiar with the Tree of Life?”