Family Trees From Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“Are they like nobility or something?” “Something like that,” Stacy said. “I guess you could call them the three noble families of witch-kind. The Hargraves are the family of power. All the magical powerhouses come from that family. They also run the magical academies for witches, specifically the application side. Then, there are the Brightvalleys. They’re the family of justice. They work really close with the SCF and the Council and tend to be in the middle of most inter-species negotiations. You’ll meet one of them probably during the court cases.” “Court cases?”

I pursed my lips when Terrence leave me alone here. I opened the book step by step in slowly movement. In the first page there is a script, I don’t know what’s the meaning of the script. Then in the second page there is a writing in latin. In the third page there is a family tree from the 65’s until 80’s. I’m stunned when I look at the family tree carefully, I realize there is mom’s name in the 71’s family tree. Yet I realized that the family tree is not from the Jungle Power pack. Explaining in those family tree write in latin and I don’t understand latin language at all. A question become brutally in my head when on the hundred page I found a torn picture, and it’s color already faded.

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?”

Even when we started college, we stuck to our plan—right from high school—and moved in together. To make matters worse, I started to notice him more. The way he looked without a t-shirt, how his tanned skin glistened. I couldn’t stop imagining my hands on his bare chest. I even had to make him wear shirts in the house. Luckily, we had separate rooms, but still... One of the reasons I kept clinging to my feelings for him was because our parents saw the possibility of grandkids someday. My parents never got to see my "friendship" with Nate. I was four when they died in a car accident. After that, I moved to stay my Uncle James, who luckily lived in the neighbourhood, so I didn’t have to stay a

Mom froze and gently patted my shoulder. "What nonsense are you talking about? How could you not need them? Sure, Jonathan is wealthy, but you can't look down on the Lane family's assets!" I stared at my anxious parents in a daze. Never in my life had they shown me such concern. Just because my birth had taken time and caused Adriana to be born weak, I owed her my entire life. During our birthdays when we were still kids, Mom and Dad would surround her in the middle, singing her a birthday song. Only after they put her to sleep would they remember to wish me a happy birthday.