Harry Potter Amelia Bones Novels & Stories

He didn’t even try to listen to her. Amelia’s focus finally shifted to her father. In her own pain, she forgot about her father. How selfish could she be? She needed to protect her father. He was still in the dungeon and it was already morning. What if he would have done something to her father? No, she would never let that happen. Horrified, Amelia hurriedly turned around and dashed towards her clothes but in the middle of her way, she stepped on something. Amelia looked down and saw a small glass bottle under feet. She grabbed the bottle and its unique shape shocked her, along with how strong that bottle was. It was made up of pure glass but even after she put her entire body weight on it

While everything around me felt loud and heavy, that tiny action helped me feel like I was still here and still holding on. “You don't have to stay here” I turned to May “I do” she simply said with a smile, She sat beside me like a mother Hen protecting her chicks. She kept sending death glares to anyone that kept glancing back to peek at me. After a while the clacking of heels on tiles filled the room, I turned around slightly to see who it was and it was no one other than Amelia strolling into the classroom in a six-inch black platform boot. She was wearing the shortest flared skirt ever. It was pink in colour and a white tank top with cropped pink fur jacket over it, crossed over her body

To wait before you were able to get to what you needed. I didn’t turn to face him. My eyes were fixed on the old book in front of me. My mother’s book. I smiled at the sight of it. It was the one thing that I had of her. At least, I believed that it was hers. As far as I was concerned, she had no magic. She had no need for these recipe books. But I did not care. They served me well. And I was going to use them, hers or not hers. The potion shimmered as I stirred it, thick and red like wine mixed with blood. The scent rising from it was faint, flowery, innocent. In my opinion, completely stupid. The signature scent of the one woman I despised more than anyone else in this world.

Chapter 2: The Rot Beneath The next morning, Atlas wakes with the shape of the girl still burned into his mind. Her white hair, the way she didn’t move even when the wind picked up. She’d looked like she belonged there, a fixture among the dead. His dreams hadn’t been any kinder. He’d dreamt of bones beneath his skin, shifting like they were trying to get out. He'd dreamt of voices whispering in the dark, too low to understand but heavy with meaning.

Each lantern swayed gently, although there was no breeze, scattering warm fragments of light over the walls. A door stood at the end. Small compared to most doors at Waycross. Plain dark wood. No symbols are carved into the frame. No handle that looked like a mouth. No breathing hinges. That almost made it worse. From behind it came the soft clink of porcelain. Amelia looked down at her placement slate. The page was blank. Of course it was. “I’m not doing this,” she told the hallway. The scent of honeyed steam deepened. Her stomach gave a quiet ache, reminding her that she had eaten very little at dinner after Rowan’s warning about fae, mirrors, and corridors that keep people.

Vera said, "is Niklas Vollbrecht. But the prize goes to Anastasia Volkov." Two guards appeared from the shadows, carrying a wooden chest—black, ancient, bound with iron. They set it at Anastasia's feet. She opened it. Inside were bones. Human bones. Yellowed with age, cracked and broken in places, but unmistakably human. My father's bones. "Give them to me," I said. Anastasia looked at me. Her smile was cold. "No." "Those are my father's bones." "Your father belonged to the Council. And now his bones belong to me." She closed the chest. "If you want them, you'll have to earn them."

A flicker of confusion crossed his eyes, but it was quickly smothered by an even more ingratiating smile. Pemberton stepped aside and addressed the room with deference. "Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce Miss Lily Holloway -- the sole legitimate heir to the Holloway Group. Miss Holloway is here tonight with the Chairman's full authority." A wave of stifled gasps swept through the crowd. Countless stares of shock, envy, and awe converged on me. I gathered the hem of my gown and walked toward the head table, my face giving away nothing. At that moment, the ballroom doors burst open again. Julian and Victoria rushed in, breathless and wild-eyed.

I felt really strange,just then I saw a bunch of people coming into the room,they looked like zombies and they all had a weapon with them. Some had axe,some knifes,some cutlasses,some shovel. They all came at me with something that would definitely kill me if they wanted it to. I tried once again to get up or even shout for help but it still did not work. They were still coming at me with angry faces and a dangerous weapon. In the middle of these zombies,I saw my past self(that is Amelia) and my mother. They ran towards me and for a second I thought they were going to help me out. But my past self opened her mouth and said in a high pitched electrical voice. "We trusted you with this Amelia,

she whispered coldly. With a flick of her arm, she hurled him away like a rag doll. He crashed into the ground, cracking the earth beneath him. Meanwhile, Amelia, though human and physically powerless, was a storm of arcane destruction. She had spent years at the side of the Head Witch, learning forbidden spells and collecting ancient curses. Now, she poured all of that dark knowledge into a single, desperate act.

After checking Amelia's credentials, Harry turned to Hogan: "Director, there's a CHC agent right here on site!" Hogan, hearing this, stepped out of the security room and looked at Amelia: "How come I've never seen you before?" "I've been out of town recently." Amelia's expression was calm. "I just wanted to visit PAMM, but I didn't expect to run into this incident." After hearing this, Hogan no longer doubted her: "Since someone from the Bureau of Cultural Relics is here, we'll follow your lead." "Alright." Amelia turned around. "Take me to where the dragon-pattern pendant was kept."