Family Trees From Harry Potter Novels & Stories

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

The family master of the third-rated aristocratic family smiled embarrassingly. “I can’t wait any longer. Why are the members of the Woods family so slow? Shall we go forward and take a look? Could something have happened?” Harry from the Pavilion of Gods and Kings started to worry. After all, he knew that forces like the Hall of Divine Royal and Skies Pavilion were not people to be offended, especially his junior brother. Although he ran away after Fane defeated him, he would not give up so easily.

Harry said and stood up from his seat. “ That is not my business to think of.” Andy replied and faced his computer this time. “You have a meeting in not less than an hour.” Harry replied and left. Once Harry was gone, Andy looked at the door and sighed, he was very exhausted, and he didn't need anything that will add to it, just like this information that Harry gave him. His grandfather is the only family that he has after the death of his parents, though he has other relatives but didn't consider them family.

i huffed and crossed my arms from stairs. "Klara stop day dreaming come now fast dad is calling family meeting" My great but not so great brother grayson yelled from downstairs. I guess flashback is over. I quickly went downstairs to living room and saw my parents and brothers were present, guess it's something important. "Finally The Queen has came" "Shut up you dipstick i was daydreaming" "When you don't" "Are you telling me i am always zoning out?" "STOP AIDEN AND KLARA" our dad yelled.

“Harry’s dad lives at his house with him.” I scratched the side of my neck, suddenly feeling nervous. “Look, Severus, not all dads live in the same house with their kids. You know, not all families are like Harry’s. Some families have two dads or two moms. Not all families are the same.” Sev continued to stare at me through his steely gray eyes. It almost made me feel like looking at my own reflection in the bathroom mirror. He abruptly rose to the balls of his feet and dashed to the bedroom, I jumped to my feet and followed him. “Sev, where are you going, mate?”

My half-brother, Jim Sullivan, pushed me down a snowy mountain, leaving me with a fractured spine. My mom, Doris Moore, and my wife, Julia Stone, rushed me to the hospital in a panic. Later, they learned that I might be permanently paralyzed. To put my mind at ease, Julia held up a ring and swore that she would take care of me for the rest of my life. Mom also cut ties with Jim, saying she would make him pay for what he had done. They told me Jim fell off a cliff while trying to escape, and they never found his body. I believed them. That was until three years into my marriage, a friend sent me a video. In the footage, Jim, who was supposed to be dead, was holding a child in his left

Some of our trees are record breaking in size, bigger than houses. Throughout the years this has raised many questions with arborists and other farmers. The locals have been wondering for decades what makes our trees grow so big and tall. Not to mention what makes our fruit taste the sweetest. I will admit we are guilty of keeping a small secret. What is this secret? Well, the secret is my family. We come from a lengthy line of pure Magical blood and we are all witches. When my family settled here, they began planting the trees and our magical essence flows through their roots.

Harry grumbles. We all look at him. He doesn’t exactly have a southern accent. He sounds like he from Europe somewhere. He does have a darker complexion than the others. “What is your last name?” Raul asked. “My last name is Worthington, but my cousins are Byanca and Breayna.” Harry answers. The room goes silent. We don’t even need a last name to be said to know who those two are. The run the fucking Carolina’s, well them and the Molanaldi family. To be honest those two families are so fucking intertwined at this point they are one big fucking family.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

“Let’s show the family around our new home, hmm, daddy dearest?” “Morgana,” Talen smiled. “May I introduce Harry, my youngest vampiric child.” “Oh,” she looked between them with bemusement beginning to understand Talen’s confused emotions. “It’s nice to meet you, Harry.”