Harry Potter Fanfiction Potter Ancestral Home Novelas e Histórias

I only ever came back on the anniversary to leave flowers, and do some minimal cleaning… I took a deep breath and walked in. It was quaint, a small eatery, a sitting room, and further back was the bedroom. All her mementos still surrounded the area, crystals, potions, cauldron, books, baby toys, painting of the family above the fireplace. My father looked happy, my mother was beautiful, slim and stunning, I got my red hair from her.

Then, striding toward me with a ruler in hand, his lips curled, whispering, “Harry… you can’t escape…” “Harry.” His icy voice dragged me back to reality. I blinked hard. At some point, Leon was already holding a dark wooden ruler in his hand. “Get to the ancestral hall,” he said coldly. My knees almost buckled. The ancestral hall was the Maxwells’ most forbidden place. No one went there except during worship. Confused and uneasy, I pushed open the old hardwood doors and stepped inside. The hall was dim, lit only by a few flickering candles on the altar table.

I hissed out in anger. "You think you could convince your husband otherwise?" She asked with a look. "Well, do you think you could convince your butcher otherwise?" I asked back and she nodded 'no', just what I thought. "But I'm sure your sister might end up being around you in Ravenclaw, you're from a high house, yes?" She asked. "Yes but our parents are dead and without a brother, we really didn't rise in the ranks since our parent's death" I explained and she just nodded.

Harry paused as the look in his eyes turned increasingly greedy. He took a step forward and stared at my parents, not holding back his words at all, "Besides, you promised me before that you'll give me this house. Transfer the house to my name right now, and I'll take good care of you. I'll cook and clean for you just like before. Otherwise, don't even think that I'll do anything for you!" "No way!" My father started yelling as he pointed at Harry's nose while trembling. "Sandra and I worked hard all our lives for this house. Why should we give it to you? You're just a liar, and we were blind to have accepted you as our godson!"

I had to find her, no matter what it took. I drove to Stone Castle, my family's ancestral home, feeling a sense of trepidation. The castle loomed before me, its stone walls and turrets a testament to our family's wealth and power. We had been one of the most influential families in Chicago for generations, and Stone Castle was a symbol of our status. As I entered the castle, I was greeted by our butler, Jenkins, who led me to my father's office. My mother was sitting in the living room, looking lovely but homely as always. She smiled at me briefly, but I could see the worry in her eyes.

I say, taking a step backwards. "Rory," She calls, and I flinch. "For what it's worth, I really am sorry." I nod, walking out, steadying my breathes as I walk to the Living Room, see everyone sitted. "To break the curse fully, we need Alexandru, Lily and Rafe ofcourse, in a circle, holding eachother. We'll need the blood of the people you love the most, not to be Harry Potter-ish, but Love is the way to break this, the Ancestors casted the spell out of pure hatred, and with Love, we'll reverse it, actually, erase it."

Blossom POV After driving through the night, Dean and I arrive at his family's estate—a sprawling castle that has stood for nearly a millennium. Over the centuries, it has been furnished, refurbished, and expanded, adding layers of character to its ancient walls. The center tower, known as the "keep," boasts a spire that reaches toward the heavens, embodying a sense of reverence for the past. Inside the keep, an atrium is adorned with a magnificent staircase that spirals upward to the very top of the tower.

I can’t bear to have her hurting. “Look at that!” Isaac’s words are loud as he points to the manor. “That’s where I grew up,” I explain. The pups turn shocked. “In the palace?” Thorin asks. Confusion is clear on his face. “No darling, that’s the manor,” I explain. They all look at me, still confused. “It’s inside the palace gates, Mummy,” Thorin explains. I nod, maybe I should have explainend better.

Aside from the healing power, the silver shade pack was almost void of anything magical. I arrived at the northern wing of our great mansion and went straight to his potion room. If what I think he did was what he did, then he would be there now. I flung the door open and I met a devastating sight. “Father!”

Calistha got out of Malfoy's jeep while smoothing the strands of her hair that were blowing in the wind to cover her eyes. They finally arrived at Ilderton after circling for quite a while looking for clues to Luciana's whereabouts. At first glance Calistha felt strange with Malfoy. The man said that he was just an ordinary young man who had never had anything to do with her father. But when she met Malfoy this morning, all her trust in him fell. She couldn't believe that Malfoy was just an ordinary boy because he seemed to be hiding something from her. And again, how did Malfoy find the whereabouts of Aiden's house? Even though she believes that the existence of Aiden's house is very diffic