Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Gringotts Blood Test

Clara's voice trembled. Then Morrison turned to Lucius. "Lucius Blackwood, do you consent to the blood bond reading?" "I consent!" Lucius's voice was loud and firm. "I will prove my innocence and expose this woman's lies!" The ritual began. Morrison took a silver needle and pricked Lucius's finger. A drop of blood fell onto the crystal sphere. If the child was his, the orb would glow gold. If not, it would turn black. I watched Lucius closely. In a corner unseen by the crowd, I saw him subtly crush something in his fist.

The swirling feeling of energy and a sensation that feels wonderful surround me. As we begin to conclude the spell, I can see blood trickling from Harmony’s nose. Looking at Sydney, I can see that she has blood coming from her nose and her ears as well. Harmony sees my panic as I notice the blood shakes her head no at me. Instantly I know that I must keep to the task at hand, and we will help her as soon as this is done.

Watte did not say anything else and left with the medical kit. It was getting late, and the rain was getting heavier. Harry sat for a few hours. Kai knocked gently on the room door and walked in. “Master Harry, the test results for the cup that the young mistress drank the soothing tea from is already out. There is indeed a foreign ingredient in the cup. I haven’t found out what this ingredient is, but it should be the reason behind the young mistress’s hypnotic hallucinations.

Harry couldn't tell by the look in Lars' eyes but he knew Lars would be just like him, a bit shocked to hear the news. Harry took a deep breath and told what he saw “After dealing with Benedict's people, I was checking around Rose Street to remove any traces when I accidentally smelled fresh blood. I followed the scent of blood and saw Valor Patel. Werewolves killing people is not a surprise, but when I went to look, I found that the dead man was a vampire and the way he died was exactly like the vampires the king mentioned." "Poisoned?" Lars raised an eyebrow "Yes." Harry nodded. "I took a sample and sent it to Dan to test, will have the results tonight or tomorrow morning."

It wasn't much, but it would be enough to start. As I finished, I heard him stirring. He looked up at me, his eyes groggy from the sleeping potion. "Good morning!" I said cheerfully. "What are you doing?" he asked, eyeing the needle in my hand. "Testing to see if your blood is suitable for the ritual by taking a drop and mixing it with pig blood. The wolfman frowned. "You witches are weird." I laughed. "Yes, we are. But you werewolves are pretty weird too, so I guess we're even."

But nothing was happening, it was supposed to turn a bright blue, yet it stayed the same red color and a foul odor started to rise from the blood. “WHAT, why is it not working? I had done everything that I should and it was supposed to work, yet here I was with nothing. Angry as hell, I threw the bowl against the wall and saw how the red blood stained the wall running down to the floor. I pull out my grimoire in front of me, again I start reading through it. I must have done something wrong. But no. everything was as it should have been. ‘The blood of a white wolf, the blood of a pure black snake……’

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

She opened herself to the shadows. She would have seen the possibilities for everyone around her. Harry Potter has it right. Chocolate. – Grams Knuckles opened the door of Nessie’s room. Standing in the hallway, Siobhan handed him a bag of chocolate candy and a cup of hot cocoa. “According to Grams, Harry Potter has more things right than the paranormal shows. When she’s feeling better, she needs to call Grams or Moira.” “Okay. She was so cold. She’s in the tub right now.” He said taking the items from her.