Harry Potter Fanfiction Gringotts Blood Test Novels & Stories

Harry has Rh- blood type, Grainne is a mother, of course, but unexpectedly Carwyn also has this blood type. Isn't this too coincidental? Remembering the strange familiarity between Carwyn and Harry, Grainne suddenly felt shocked. On the night five years ago, after she spent the night with a mysterious man in a hotel, that person left her a bank card with a tremendous amount of money. This is very similar to what Carwyn can do! The night that happened five years ago, could it be… was he? “Miss Grainne… Miss Grainne?” The Doctor's voice brought Grainne back to reality, and she regained her senses, seeing the Doctor's worried face.

Chase calls after him but he ignores. He walks behind me, pressing the barrel against the back of my skull, and Ice rushes through my veins. “Give us what we want,” he growls, “or I’ll blow her brains out.” For a second, the world fades to black. No sound. No air. Just Chase’s voice — faint at first, then clear, desperate. “Leave her alone, Harry. Don’t do this. Leave her out of it. Don’t hurt her!” Harry pulls the gun back and laughs, circling me. “That was a test. And damn, you failed, Sterling. You love her, don’t you?”

She looked deeply into his eyes, immediately falling under his hypnosis. “Becca Hertford, where is the potion?” “Which potion?” she questioned back. “The vampire potion,” he said clearly. “Do you know where the vampire potion is?” She breathed out, “I don’t know.” If the hypnosis didn’t work on Becca, Alexander would be confused whether she was lying or not. But since her eye color turned black due to his hypnosis, he was sure that she wasn’t lying at all. “Well, then,” he spoke up, “Do you know anything about the vampire potion?”

The murmurs in the hall grew louder, whispers spreading through the air like smoke. “A human actually has a blood-bound partner?” “Absurd.” “She’s lying. Humans lie when they’re desperate.” “Trying to provoke Lord Tom. What a desperate gamble.” Tom’s gaze was fixed on me, cold and disbelieving. “Rowling,” he said slowly, as if savoring a bitter name. “Do you really think fabricating a fantasy will sway me?” His gaze swept over me with undisguised contempt.

Harry says. "It is not good enough for me! I want you to convince him! If he does not marry me in three days, you will die. I will keep this spell on you until Xavier is my husband," I say. I let go of him, and I kicked away his knife. I kept my grip on him until we left the house to return to the club. I walk in front of Harry. It does not look too good. I know it is because of the pain of the spell. However, the next moment, I fell to the ground. I feel the burning of the knife in my back.

A performance check after this allotted period was also included in that agreement. As this problem was easily solved, I spread the map again and poured Zayden’s blood in it, harnessing the aura of mother nature. “The blood vow has been broken with the power infested by the Heaven in me. I, whisperer Helena, command you to reveal your identity.” I added a pinch of soil from the backyard and focused my concentration on the blood, it started flowing from the starting point. A child Alpha with me, who must have witnessed countless magical spells in his life, clapped happily.

Alice’s eyes softened, but her tone was steady, as if she’d already rehearsed this argument a hundred times. “I’ve already drawn their blood, Aurora. Riley’s, Jade’s, all of it. I’ve tested them with every spell I know. I even went further, I’ve done runic examinations, binding incantations, even aura extractions. Everything has come back negative. There is nothing inside them. Nothing.”

"I'll make sure of that." I forced myself to stand still until he finally released me, fighting the urge to wipe my hands on my dress. "As a gesture of my goodwill," he said, stepping back with that cheshire cat-like smile returning, "I should warn you that the first test will be physically challenging. You shouldn't relax too much during your preparation time. If you'd like, I can provide some enhancement potions to help you perform better." The offer felt wrong somehow, like there were strings attached that I couldn't see. But I shook my head quickly. "Thank you, but I'll manage on my own."

I let the blood drip into it, watching the jar fill halfway before I pulled back, willing my Alpha genes to let the cut start to knit itself closed. Allen sealed the jar, then reached for the runestone that he had trapped the black mist in. He carefully brought the runestone close to the jar of my blood, close enough that the glass almost touched. Suddenly, my blood began to move, and tiny black tendrils sprouted from my blood, writhing and clawing toward the corrupted magic. The sight made my stomach lurch. “What the actual hell,” I muttered. Allen didn’t look surprised. “Seems I was right,” he said grimly. “Your blood knows it.”