Family Trees From Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Even so, he was still the interim and could basically get whatever he wanted. The Longbottom family was superior compared to the Fisher family. Despite the position of the Fisher family’s matriarch falling to Belinda’s hands, it had returned to the previous matriarch’s bloodlines decades later. With living proof that such things could happen, Mr. Longbottom was anxious.

After a few minutes of silence with my head down on the table, I sit up and realise that he’s been waiting patiently for me to face him. “I can’t say that I understand what it’s like to have a family like that. Ryann is the closest thing to family that I ever had. But I do know what it looks like when someone is experiencing feelings fueled by magic. Any guy who wants you like that isn’t worth your time and if your family really believe that you can be happy that way then they’re insane.” He says bluntly. I just sigh in response. I know he isn’t wrong, but I have more good memories with my family than I do bad ones and it’s hard to just ignore all the good times. As if to make Harry’s point,

Alpha Brock informed us. “Can you bring her family to the packhouse after this is over? That is if it’s ok with you Alpha Nik.” I asked. Both Alpha’s looked at each other and both nodded. “I sure can.” Alpha Brock said. “Her mother might be able to narrow down where my mate might be. All the family might actually know more than they even realize.” I said. “Narrow down?” Alpha Brock and Alpha Nik both said in unison looking at me. “I will explain later. Right now, let’s focus on Harry Potter over there.” I said.

This seems more serious than what I thought, "Are we going to need the bourbon again?" Dad laughs, "It is serious but not in the same way. Come on, sit." "OK, what's with all the books and scrolls?" I take a seat on the sofa. Dad unrolls one of the scrolls. I look at it, and I see some names I recognize. Then I see mine, and I have two lines coming from my name, one going to Tate with an X through his name and one going to Gideon. It's a family tree—a really old one. "As you can see, it's our family tree. I want you to look carefully at all the daughters in the Alpha direct line." I look closer a few generations before dad.

And so on and so on, down each branch of the family tree, name upon name. Those that carried the magic gene were written in bright scarlet script, whilst those who did not possess any magical ability, were simply written in black. As I flicked through the pages, one thing became apparently obvious. With each generation, magic was dying out. The founding members of each family branch bright Scarlett, like blood oozing down the page from one generation to the next. The only variances to this were those that had married into the family and were considered human in nature. As the trees grew further down the centuries, rather than gaining power, it would seem they begin to wane. With each generat

Harry had no siblings. He was definitely not a child of a relative. Were there really some people who looked very similar without any blood relationship in the world? Olena was lost in thought, she didn't hear the sound of the door. Harry threw away the coat in his hand and walked over to see what Olena was looking in a daze. She didn't even know when he came in at all. When he saw the photo she was looking at, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why are you looking at this?"

I sat down in my chair keeping my back straight and my face impassive. “Let’s get down to business. I don’t want to be here longer than I have to be.” Grant said. My eyes snapped to his but I kept my emotions out of them. “There have been rumors that you are the last of the original family. Thankfully, a witch provided us with a potion. Once mixed with the blood from someone in the original family, it will turn dark green and smoke. There are more… interesting, ways to see if you are of the direct decent but I don’t have time for a show.” That almost peaked my interested. I could feel all eyes on me. Wyatt stood behind me with his hands folded over his chest and Reed was standing guard the d

she said, pressing her forehead on the car window. “School principal? Mrs. Castelo? Arnold? Does anyone ring a bell to you?” I snarled, hating how I ended up having a wife. “Oh, Arnold, the bully,” She lifted an eyebrow as she turned to me. “Yeah, I remember Dudley Dursley. Why?” “Who?” My forehead creased, thinking about where I heard his name. “Dudley Dursley, Harry Potter’s obese and insolent cousin. What about him? Them?” She asked again.

most especially my aunt was waiting really impatiently. "Finally! Can we leave now?" She asked sighing in relief. I nod my head in reply. I hugged Britney good bye. "You had better give me all the deets on you and Christian when you get back." She mumbles in my ear before I separated from her. My uncle whispered a spell opening up a portal to HUDRATS, that's the name of the school my family owns. It's a school for witches and wizard. And also anything supernaturally related. The school exists to help people learn their magic.

Gingerly, she caresses the page, her hand resting on the top where the name THORPE is marked in bold, black lines, and a small crest of interlocked crescent moons trapping a four-pointed star is drawn on either side. "This is my family tree," when she smiles up at me, her eyes flash as she corrects herself and says, "OUR family tree. You are a LeRoux, but you are also a Thorpe, as is Hazel here," she extends her smile to include my newfound cousin as her name, Hazel Sparks, glows brightly on the page, highlighted in light. "As you can see," Araminta points to the illustration, "The branches were once very wide with roots that run very deep. One of the longest lines still living, connecting u