Gabrielle Delacour Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Hyna said. Hyna lifted both hands into the air. Her magic pulsed. The clouds spiraled. Wind screamed. The earth cracked. Soraya gasped. "No… she can’t—she wouldn’t—" Seraphine’s voice broke. "She’s preparing a death spell. A mass-culling spell." Delilah’s eyes widened. "Everyone FALL BACK NOW!" Gabriel, barely able to stand, looked toward the witches. And saw it. Hyna floating above the battlefield, glowing white like a dying star.

“Isabelle!” She spun round at the sound of her name, spoken in such a horrifying way. Her body started to cool immediately and goose bumps appeared on her arm. Not that she was even remotely aware of this. Her body had simply numbed. She was not a superstitious person but she did not think that it had sounded remotely human. She had seen enough horror movies with Gary (or not seen them, as the case may be, with her face driven into the crook of his arm, asking for him to tell her when the bad bit was away) to know that this was not a good scenario.

Gabriella The second cup of tea smelled strongly of peppermint and Gabriella enjoyed it even more than the first. She was feeling groggy and the last thing she remembered was Lucienne pulling the covers over her as if tucking her in. The angel explained to Lucienne that the second cup of tea had something in it to knock Gabriella out so she wouldn’t remember the pain she was about to go through. They had to extract the darkness from her wound and he suggested to Lucienne that he shouldn’t hang around for it, but Lucienne refused to leave her side.

The girls had also asked about how his classes had gone during the morning and he updated them. Erik had just taken a sip from his cup, when he heard hasty footsteps. He looked at the door and saw a brown bush-haired girl with Gryffindor colors entering the room and freezing as soon as she entered. She looked around the 'new' classroom with wide and curious eyes, and then she saw Erik sitting behind the Professor's desk sipping his coffee. While she was staring at him with wide eyes, two other males students, a black haired one and a red haired one, entered the classroom. Erik recognized the black haired one, it was Harry Potter. Both male students stopped behind the female one and were pant

Shannon said shrugging off her shoulders. “Did you even miss your daughter for once? Did you come to this city in search of me and my mother?” she asked, tears dropping from her eyes. “Of course not. The goal is to take back what’s mine and fulfill my long-term wish” “You’re the bad witch in books! You disgust me” Gabriella spat out with disgust. “All the good witches are dead” Shannon uttered in a deeper voice and her expression changed at once. Getting hold of Gabriella’s wrist which she had cut with the legendary knife, she dug into the spot with her sharp nails and Gabriella's screams filled the room.

Torches burned in iron brackets on the walls, casting dancing shadows that made everything look like a nightmare. And everywhere I looked, there were eyes. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Glowing in the darkness between the pillars. Watching me. "Ah, the half-blood awakens." A voice echoed from somewhere above. I looked up and saw a balcony circling the room. On it stood a woman with silver hair and skin so pale she looked like she had been carved from ice. She was beautiful in the way a frozen lake was beautiful—stunning, but capable of killing you if you stepped wrong.

The second we passed through the first archway, Gabby’s voice finally rang out. “THIS IS YOUR FAULT!” I nearly collapsed from relief. I followed the sound and found her near the last bed of white roses, both little hands planted on her hips, sunglasses crooked on her nose, crown still on her head, her face full of royal fury. Alone. I reached her and immediately crouched, both hands gripping her shoulders. “Gabriella Lucia Garcia.” She knew instantly. Not from the volume of my voice. From the full name. Her gray eyes widened.

Lilith said, turning to Eva slowly. “You… No, NO!!” Eva exclaimed as she rushed toward the metal bucket. She kneeled before the bucket, and a piece of partially burned paper flew out of it. It decended into her palms, and she saw that Gabriella’s name was written on it. Tears gathered in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as she clenched her teeth and fists. She got off the ground and ran out of the room, leaving only Gabriella and Lilith inside. “The Darkmoon goddess destroys the creations of her second half after escaping her prison,” Gabriella thought to herself.