Harry Potter Fanfiction Gringotts Blood Test Novels & Stories

"I knew what his father did to half-bloods. To women. And I know that blood tells." "My father was a half-blood." "Your father was a descendant. There's a difference." She stepped closer. "The First Wolf's blood doesn't make you special, Elif. It makes you targeted. Everyone in this stronghold wants something from you. Everyone except me." "Why should I trust you?" "Because I have nothing to gain from lying." She pulled something from her pocket. A small leather pouch. "This is a lock of your father's hair. I took it from his bones before the ceremony. Smell it."

" Anyone who tries to harm her is against me." "You... What are you talking about?" Harry thought he had misheard and then said, "Didn't you do a paternity test in Mourpa? The result showed that she is Patrick's daughter. You must have been deceived by Joanne." Edwin stared at Harry sarcastically. Though he knew that Edwin had arranged for people to watch him, he didn't expect him to know exactly what he had done in Mourpa. "Didn't you find out that Tail's bone marrow was replaced with Patrick's? And that paternity test was skewed," Edwin snapped ironically.

Akshara could hear the gossips from the people inside the room she stays in. “It’s quite normal about forgetting after she reaches here. But something doesn’t fit the logic?” “What are you blabbering, spit out.” “When we have tested our purity, our types of blood was red. But hers is different, it turned out gold yet she is a virgin. How is that possible?” “If the initial blood colour changes, it is considered as an impurity. She might learn some dark magic to hold her virginity.” “Keep your volume low, she is chosen.”

“That sounds more like theories than actual facts.” “That’s because it is all just theories, one I might have to confirm.” “I’m sorry to break it to you, but you’re very mistaken. My blood has no healing abilities; I would know if it did.” “I know that. But your blood still holds magic—prehaps just a tiny fraction but magic anyway.” “How are you sure about that?” I questioned. And she took out a black head dagger. “Your hands.” she said with her palm extended. “You really are crazy, aren’t you?”

"To pacify Ronan and make everyone's mind at ease, I suggested we head to the pack grounds the next morning for a bloodline test. The ancient stones didn't lie. If she was who Sylas said she was, the blood would show it. If she wasn't, then Ronan could finally drop it and we could focus on the real enemy." I felt a knot tighten in my stomach at the mention of the ancient stones. I had heard stories about the bloodline tests, how the magic of the pack’s ancestors could strip away every lie and reveal the truth of a person’s soul. It was a terrifying prospect, but I knew I couldn't run from it. "Fine," I eventually agreed, my voice stronger. "I'll do it. I had nothing to hide." Everyone finall

“Azrael said everything confirmed that she was his mate, even though the mark was gone, her scent was there and she was in the same room with him. How can she not be his mate all of a sudden?” Varek exhaled hard, blood on his hands, on his sleeves. “Then maybe this research was wrong,” he said. “The blood bond theory is old magic. Maybe it doesn’t apply here. I will run more tests, I will dig deeper. But right now, I need to stop this bleeding or he will lose more blood.” I couldn’t say a word. Couldn’t form a single thought past the fire tearing through my chest. My mind was white noise. All I could do was sit there and bleed while they worked.

“One drop from the mother.” I hesitated only one second too long. Daciana saw it. Of course she saw it. Her eyes sharpened, and I hated her for learning suspicion so well after I had spent months teaching it to Bardolph. I cut my palm before the silence became louder than my lie, letting my blood drip into the silver bowl. The water turned red. Then black. Then gold. The courtyard gasped again, and I allowed myself to breathe because the child’s life had answered the test.

Add in the fact that I had a honeyed tongue and knew exactly what to say, and it made perfect sense that I'd end up their favorite. While all this was happening, Marigold came back carrying the bowl. Sure enough, Ivy and my mother hadn't even laid eyes on each other yet. Blood testing had become practically an assembly line at Griffith Manor by this point. My mother watched the two drops of blood swirl together in the bowl and dissolve into one, and tears of relief spilled down her cheeks. "Quick! Get a courtyard ready for our ninth daughter! And pass the word—anyone else who comes claiming kinship gets thrown straight out!"

"No Draco. It's too risky." "Would you rather not know?" "I mean, I already know!" Draco scoffed. "Do you? For all we know she could be something else. We take a sample of her blood and test it just to be sure." "I don't think that's necessary Draco." Gabriel said as he closed the book and put it back on the top shelf where it was. He turned around and saw Draco frowning. "Well... are you going to tell her?" "Tell her?!" Gabriel exclaimed and Draco nodded.

My mind’s too busy spinning. I watch as he fills a vial with my blood. Red and bright, too bright, against the glass. He murmurs that it’ll be just a moment and steps out to run whatever tests he needs. I sit there alone, elbows on my knees, head in my hands. The silence makes the pounding worse. It’s like drums in my skull. When he finally returns, I straighten, trying to hide how badly I was sinking into myself. “Well?” I demand. He hesitates. “Your tests came back normal, Your Highness. Your blood is clean. No infections. No poison.”