Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Potter Ancestral Home

He then took a deep breath and said, “Okay, I’ll go to the ancestral hall of the Horan family with you, Brother York.” Peyton said loudly after speaking, “Come and prepare the car!” Peyton, Harvey, and the others came to an ancient building located in the middle of Mordu Beach half an hour later. This place was an old-fashioned courtyard house with a history of a hundred years. It was gloomy and cold inside. Peyton opened the door and walked in with Harvey. They went straight to the front of the ancestral hall. The ancestral hall was covered with dust, and apparently, no one had come to clean it for many days.

I'm reading Harry Potter on the couch, at Ana's insistence. Despite my first impressions of the book, mainly that it seemed geared toward children and not me, Harry Potter is turning out to be a very interesting read. I can't really relate to the main character missing his parents, but I can relate to his dislike for his living family members and his joy at leaving them behind and making new, unexpected friends. Sensing that it must be late, I check the time and see that it's 11:30, much later than Ana is usually out in the living room. I glance over at the table to see her head nodding at the same tempo as the foot-tapping. She is still intent on the Glock. I wonder if she realizes how late

"Of?" "Anything. You have no idea how I longed to kill you and be rid of your bloodline permanently. Having a solid reason is all I've been farming for. I wouldn’t bore myself with your haggard wizard of a grandfather. His time is already over, don't you think?" Hot anger floods my veins, yet I try hard to rein it in. When I was seven or thereabouts, Azrien Hator came to my family's house in the countryside unannounced to force my father to make a powerful potion for him.

“Is that why they are fighting?” “No,” I answered and then sighed, feeling awful and confused, and I was on the verge of tears, but I had to tell Devon because he needed to know everything, too. “Dad wants us to move into his Ancestral Manor.” “The what?!” Devon frowned. “But I don’t like it there! Do you remember the last time we visited that place with Grandma? You told me an old man was standing behind me, looking down at me, but I didn’t see anyone! That place is full of ghosts of dead old people!”

I knew instantly the gold flakes were the trace of magic. Once we reached the bus stop, I took her hand and walked her towards the edge of the village to a Tudor style house that I had been renting whilst in Kent. Our grandparents originated from Ireland and after the death of my parents, my sister and I relocated to Hampshire. We lived in the New Forest area in a small witch community due to the readily available herbs and wildlife. As we entered the front door Willow gazed around and looked fearful of the dried lavender hanging by the door. “It’s to protect against evil spirits!” I shrug.

Grandpa said. "Okay, Grandpa, I understand. I'll have to trouble Mom to take me out more to see the world," Aurora said with a smile. Madeline and Sophia's faces turned red with anger. When had Aurora ever had a place in the Pendleton family? Now that Grandpa looked at her differently, they had to suffer! After breakfast, Aurora took Grandpa back to the ancestral home and chatted with him for a while before returning to the villa. The ancestral home was separated from the villa by a small garden, with an elegant cobblestone path. Aurora lingered for a while.

When the obsidian wolf-drawn sled came to a halt outside the gates, I gripped the edge of the seat so tightly my knuckles burned. “We’re home,” Taren said quietly, his tone unreadable. Home. That word stabbed deeper than I expected. Since my parents’ death, I hadn’t known what home felt like. Rhett and I had planned to claim the ancestral manor after our mating ceremony, a home built on my bloodline’s land, surrounded by the howling woods of my ancestors. I realized now that he’d probably already brought Selene there. “What’s wrong?” Taren asked, his gaze flicking toward me.

I haven’t been able to check up on her due to work. Mom nodded, taking my hands. ‘Alright, send my love to Vera and her baby. It’s been awhile since we saw her, though.’ ‘The doctor hasn’t cleared her yet, but she’s recovering. I really can’t wait to see her out of that gigantic castle.’ Dad chuckled, ‘You know their house isn’t really a castle but an ancestral home, right?’ I shrugged, taking a handful of popcorn. ‘I feel it’s still a castle. Their home is so large and filled with rooms no one is using. I have told them to get a condo and rent that place. It reminds me of the Victorian era.’

******* Belle – POV I entered our old home in Minnesota, the place where I grew up, living amidst humans with my mom. She had told me she acquired this home after I was born, after her exile from the White Wood Pack. Stepping into the familiar yet antiquated apartment sent a wave of nostalgia through me, the air laden with myriad memories. My mother used to embark on missions, leaving me in the care of our neighbor, a kind-hearted elderly lady who would prepare delicious meals for me. As I stepped in further, my heart leaped seeing a woman seated in a chair, and instinctively, I summoned my magic.

“A house can be destroyed and rebuilt.” “Oh, it’s already been destroyed. Have you seen what Hannah has done to it? What it has become after years of neglecting the true feeling a home should have.” I chortled. “But you know what’s still there? The lines were my Grandmother, Great Uncle, Mother, and even Hannah marked their growth as children. Did you know there is a protection spell in one of the rooms that doesn’t allow Hannah to repaint it? There is even extra magic poured into the earth to grow things faster.”