Harry Potter Fanfiction Lord Potter Wizengamot Family Magic 소설 & 이야기

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

Why bother to have so much power if you can't use it? Anyway, other than magic, I started learning to make potions as well since I saw some memories of Bella making magic potions. In this world, potions were regarded highly and also very expensive, because only the best potioners could make the most potent potions. Surprise, surprise, Bella turned out to be talented in potion-making as well. Gosh, with this much talent, she didn't need her blasted family. She could sell potions for a living and she would be well-off in no time.

For eight years, I and my two kid sisters together with my mother suffered hell, my mother had been compelled to look for a cleaning job in a Backery here in Scotswood, Newcastle shortly after my dad passed away, we also moved to a small apartment which my mom could afford the rent. We had been compelled to go into the new apartment one year after the demise of my dad, we were forcefully move out of our apartment. Feeding became a challenge, all my father's investment were claimed by a strange woman who had proven to be the next of kin to my father, she claimed all his investments and properties. My mom told us how that the lady by the name kate was to get married to my dad, but that she was

My mother, the most powerful witch in the witch community, was the chief's daughter. So my last name was more potent than that witch's, so his magic could never harm me. It was a bit strange, but at least I felt safe. Sorcerers used magic that already existed. If, for some reason, a warlock ended up in a place free of magic, he would be completely useless. And the magic obeyed the surname. So even if Heath turned out to be a warlock with bad intentions, the magic would not obey him to harm me.

"Your father is desperate. He wants to do everything he can to get the girl back and we cannot let that happen." A curse rolled off my tongue as I felt my frustration reel back into my system. Why did that stupid girl have to show up? "I spoke to Whitlock before coming here," Mother continued to speak. "He said he and the other wizards have stumbled on an ancient spell that works beyond the boundary. They haven't perfected it yet, but the spell requires the power of a Hartland royal." Determination burned inside me and I turned back to her. "What do you need me to do?"

he added with a grin, "I will be delving into some transformation spells today. It would be wise not to risk turning our beloved daughter into a fluffy rabbit, don't you think?" A burst of laughter erupted from my lips at the absurd yet endearing image painted by Draco's words. The thought of Zoey hopping around as a tiny rabbit brought a smile to my face. Draco's reasoning struck a chord, reminding me of the unpredictable nature of magic and the need for caution. "You have a point," I conceded, chuckling as I imagined Zoey's reaction to such a transformation. "I wouldn't want to spend the day chasing after a hopping baby rabbit." Draco's eyes sparkled with victory, and he wrapped his arms a

The only thing that remained was her blue eyes, now filling with black. "Do you remember me now, Orion?" she whispered and reveled in the growing horror on his face. "How? Why?" he stumbled into his throne, knocking painfully into the large wooden chair. Ishild advanced slowly, still smiling that eerie smile. "My mother taught me, as her mother taught her. Since the beginning of time, magic has been passed down in my family. We lived freely until your father outlawed our practice," she hissed, the inky blackness in her eyes flaring dangerously. He gulped and fell backward, hitting the throne heavily.

I sneered the last word. With a wave of his own magic, the warehouse was gone. We stood out in the open, sunlight beating down on us. "Do not think you can take me on, niece. You don't yet know how to use your magic. You are but an infant suckling at the nipple of the well I have available to me." He waved his hands in the air again, pulled magic to rest on his upturned palms. My family gathered around me, ranged themselves into the circles of Guardians and Mates that was repeated on my rune.

most especially my aunt was waiting really impatiently. "Finally! Can we leave now?" She asked sighing in relief. I nod my head in reply. I hugged Britney good bye. "You had better give me all the deets on you and Christian when you get back." She mumbles in my ear before I separated from her. My uncle whispered a spell opening up a portal to HUDRATS, that's the name of the school my family owns. It's a school for witches and wizard. And also anything supernaturally related. The school exists to help people learn their magic.

I was convinced she had placed my family under some kind of spell, but I had been watching her for days and there was no sign that she was doing magic. Then again, nobody in my family knew that I was the reason our dear king and queen were dead. They paid so little attention to me, that I was free to study magic and all its power. I rushed into my tower room and threw the first thing I could get my hands on against the wall.