Family Trees From Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I hissed out in anger. "You think you could convince your husband otherwise?" She asked with a look. "Well, do you think you could convince your butcher otherwise?" I asked back and she nodded 'no', just what I thought. "But I'm sure your sister might end up being around you in Ravenclaw, you're from a high house, yes?" She asked. "Yes but our parents are dead and without a brother, we really didn't rise in the ranks since our parent's death" I explained and she just nodded.

"When are you going to tell me the reason why you are on the run? If my guess is correct, only brother Felix and brother Kevin are the ones on the run from grandfather. Why have you suddenly joined them as well?” Eva asked. Felix and Kevin are both Harry's older brother and the other two male cousins she was very close to. But unfortunately, she can't contact those two because they use a private number to call her and it has been a year since she spoke to either of them.

“Mya, there’s more we need to talk about. You shouldn’t be alone in that apartment anymore. You should come live with us at the Cross family estate. You are a Cross, after all.” The words landed like a thunderclap. The Cross family estate. Her. Living there. The very idea seemed absurd, like a fairy tale spun out of someone else’s imagination. Yet as strange as it sounded, she loved the way it seemed to fit. You are a Cross. The name didn’t feel foreign on her skin. It felt like a garment she had shed long ago, only to discover it waiting for her still, perfectly tailored. Her lips parted. “I… I don’t know. I have an apartment. I can’t just—”

The tension in the room eased slightly, and Lily felt herself relax marginally. "Well," she said, reaching for her glass of whiskey, "now that we've established you two aren't going to kill each other immediately, shall we get on with the family history lesson?" Lily's mother nodded, her emerald eyes, so similar to Lily's own, flashing with an ancient wisdom. "Our bloodline, the Winters, carries with it a legacy of extraordinary power," she began, her voice low and melodious. "Much like the Ravencrofts are renowned among vampires, we are... formidable in the realm of witchcraft."

I patted the back of her hand before leading her to a private room to talk. “You look out of it lately, Naomi. Hasn’t Keith been treating you right? I’ve sent the contact details of a divorce lawyer to you. What’s going on? Are you hurt? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” With Susie bombarding me with questions about my well-being, all the emotions I had been bottling up burst out. My parents were taken from me too soon, and Susie had been there for me. She was my rock, the closest family I could ever ask for.

Five days later, the Cooper family mansion received a huge gift box on their doorstep. Daniel, who couldn't even tell what was real and what was fake, was put into a big box and delivered to the Cooper family mansion with a note from the Jones family head that read, “The Cooper family must change their heir or disappear from Millennium City." Grandfather Cooper looked at his eldest grandson and realized that he had stepped on some big toes. He felt angry at this blatant disregard for the Cooper family name, but realized there was nothing he could do anyway.

"I didn't know I had any family left." "You don't, really. I'm not pack. Haven't been for years." Cengiz's voice held a note of old pain. "But blood is blood. And when I heard a half-blood girl had escaped Ronan's clutches, I knew it had to be you. My brother's daughter. My niece." Tears streamed down my face. All my life, I'd been alone—rejected, abandoned, unwanted. And now, in the middle of nowhere, I'd found family.

a much taller figure with dark hair. "Who's this?" I ask, pointing to the tall stick person, like I don’t exactly know who it is. "That's my friend Jaxon!" Harry beams. "He's part of our family too, Mommy, because he doesn't have a family, remember?" My heart punches my fucking ribs, and I kneel down, placing my tablet and phone on the small side table, and gently push the hair back from Harry's forehead. "Baby, Jaxon isn't our fam–"

I requested that it be kept large and open for her to practice, but she had rows of shelves against the walls filled with everything any witch could ever need or want. I knew nothing about it myself. I didn't even know until recently when Charlie was digging into our family tree after the battle, that we had a witch in the family four generations ago. It finally made sense how I had always been able to sense Joselin's magic and how my mother had powers after her wolf had died. It was in our blood.

She didn't know who he was then, but she had noticed him, and she had wondered what was it about him that made him stand out from all the other people. He was too mature for his age, too cool and calm. "We have a lot of time to learn more, okay? I can find you some books to read." Dad said with a soft sigh. "They have books for this?" Her eyes widened. "Yes, and it is not the ones you can find it in the library, either. Ok, some of them you can find it in the library, but others... the spell books, the book of potions... everything is a family treasure. It would pass from one witch to the other, for generations. These are like heirloom for witches. Quite precious." Dad explained, finally eas