Garreth Weasley Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

I quickly grab some casual clothes from our walk-in closets and stuff them in our bags. I closed Edgar’s bag. There is only one more thing to place in my bag, a thing I would never travel without. My wand, Dora. She is an old wooden wand made of oak. Oak from my family tree. “It’s nearly time to avenge them,” I said, stroking her before I carefully placed her in my bag.

“Your mother and I were Guardians, sworn to protect this legacy at all costs. But there are those who seek to exploit its power for their own sinister purposes.” I feel a chill run down my spine, the weight of responsibility settling heavily on my shoulders. “What do you mean by legacy?” I ask, my voice trembling with uncertainty. My father's gaze softens as he meets mine. “The legacy I speak of is the ability to wield elemental magic–a rare and dangerous gift that courses through our bloodline. Each generation, a chosen few, is born with the power to control the elements, to shape the world around them with a mere thought.”

“What?” Her gaze fully settled on the owner of the voice now. Like Elder Greyson, he was lean and tall, but slightly stooped with age. Unlike Greyson with streaks of silver in his hair, this person only had one at the side of his honey-coloured hair, but his goatee was pure silver. His gaze remained fixed on the arena as he continued. “Garret has always been a wild one,” he said, calmly. “Specifically hand-picked and trained by His Majesty himself. He doesn’t normally participate in open training, as he only trains with Regaleon.”

In her hand, she held not a glass of whisky, but the glowing QX-7 key. “You see, Anton?” Not-Evelyn said with his father’s voice. “Legacy is just another asset to be liquidated.” She pressed the key to the side of his head. It wasn't cold. It was burning. A searing, intelligent heat that burrowed into his skull, searching, sifting through his memories, his fears, his love for Sabe— “No price is too high,” the chimera of his father and his betrayer whispered. “Not even you.”

He replied in a composed tone. "Uhm Mr. Levetté may I have a word with you please?" Garreth said pointing towards the door. "Ofcourse." Andre replied. "Leith here is the champagne, you and Adela can begin while my ex- son in law and I have a word.." Garreth made emphasis on the word 'ex' "Absolutely." Leith replied and Della knew then and there she had messed up.

I heard one of my colleagues say as she giggled with her friends, my thoughts exactly, my thoughts exactly. "I wonder what he is doing here" I asked no one in particular "......this is the second time I am seeing him here, maybe he is interested in doing business with us" Kina looked at me like she wanted to flog me "Can't you see that the angels just sent you your said powerful man" she said exasperated " What! you mean Mr McQueen, Seth McQueen!!. No no no......you must be kidding" " Think about it, who else in this city do you think will be able to handle Gustavo and your uncle together. Come on babe you need someone who can protect you, same time help you get your inheritance"

“Stupid and disappointing. But what can you do…we need someone to carry on the line, right?” “You have a few, apparently. Verity…Gavin.” Rowan’s words rippled over the remaining men. A few guards looked confused as they waited to be unfrozen. Garith chuckled as he nodded. “I do. But Gav…he got too big for his britches.” Garith repositioned. “That’s why I had his brother and sister. I had him exactly where I wanted him when I realized my mother was whispering to Gav.” Brother? My dad has a brother? Garith groaned. “My meddling mother…I was excited when she fucking died.” His words sent a shockwave through me. “Although I was disappointed that when I killed her she had already sealed her magic

Not with words. Just looked at me—really looked—and something in his expression shifted again. “I’ll inform Vaughn the conference is back on,” he said, voice even. I nodded once. “Good.” He took another breath, then moved toward the door, but just before he opened it, he glanced back. “I see more than memory loss, Aria.” I didn’t respond. Didn’t have to. He left a second later, and I stayed where I was, my gaze on the stretch of land beyond the estate, where the real world moved untouched by all of this.

“When you remember, you will understand you are no ordinary witch neither are you human.” Jared, Anton, Aragorn and Duke; the children's bodyguards, Thelma and Sarafina; their nannies with twenty of my best gammas were waiting for us by the time we got outside the house. Thelma and Sarafina tried to take the pups but they didn’t let them. Tabitha clung to me instead, wrapping her small arms around my neck. Aragorn tried to carry Keanu but he wiggled down his mother’s arms and reached for his hand instead, choosing to walk by his side. I hid a smile. Sarafina gave the two neatly wrapped cakes. They took it and started to eat it as we continued to walk.

“So… it’s not dangerous?” “No, my love,” Elara whispered, brushing a stray curl from her daughter’s cheek. “It’s miraculous. This child will change everything. That’s why Adrian gave it to you. It wasn’t a gift. It was a vow.” She looked at Nyma with eyes lit like the first light of dawn. “This baby is legacy. A turning point. And when the time comes, the world will see this child for what they truly are.” Nyma didn’t speak.