Harry Potter Fanfiction Potter Ancestral Home นิยาย & เรื่องราว

This house had a lot of memories. Her family belonged to ancient wizards heritage. It was rule to every supernatural family in their world, that they have to live in a human territory for a while with their children in order to learn and teach their children about human life. Anna's parents were living in different town with her brother and Anna because of this tradition.

Grey offered. “That won’t be necessary.” Kaelen cleared his throat. “We’ll go to Frost Manor. My ancestral home is large, secluded, and defendable.” Was he really offering us his family home? I thought Kaelen hated that place. I doubted Xavier or Lysander even knew it existed. “Kaelen, you don’t have to—” I started. “No. I do.” He produced the elegant gold key from his jeans’ pocket. “Mama Holt was right. It’s time I faced my past.”

She can’t even remember now. Harry pulls up to a very lavish mansion. It could almost be a palace where the f*cking garden is arranged, with neat and trim hedges and ornate glass decor. There’s a dark infinity pool out front, and what the f*ck for? It’s only three inches deep. “We’re home,” Harry chirps, getting out of the car and opening the side door for Ariadne, “Hurry up now. Don’t dawdle.” Harry’s acting like a dad from the sixties with his chipper attitude. All he needs is some dockers.

He was a potential heir, after all, so his hometown was gaining from it. Alkhun thought of it for a second, Looking at the Arzar mansion in front of him. It was not especially that big like the Jaiden palace, but it was already enormous for an aristocrat mansion. Looking at this reminds him. 'How about my hometown?' This thought is something he regrets immediately. Laughing himself out, the fact the hew as a half-witch were already shameful enough. Thinking about his hometown on the West. Surely it doesn't exist cause his mother abandoned him. He preferred it though,

she added with a spooky, shaking voice before laughing. “Well…” Drawing in a deep, revived breath, she began to circle me slowly. “It’s quite an interesting story. I always wanted to tell you about it and lord it over you, but sadly, I knew you’d find some way to take this from me too. It all happened at finishing school, you see. My first semester. You’d been there a year before I showed up and were already the golden child everyone loved, just like you were at home. I was doomed to be the second, neglected no one once again, forced to live in your glorious shadow. But alas, I met this girl from Lowden. Quilla Graykey. Yes, one of those Graykeys. She said there was dark magic in her. It was

From the local thralls and servants? Sorry, but you can’t grow roses on an oak. There were no true believers or righteous people in the palace, and the only holy place left inside was the heart of Radenor, and it would help me even if I did perform sacrifices. I did suspect that my ancestor was no stranger to necromancy, either, because where else would we get magic in our blood? Fire, you say? Magic could manifest in different ways, but if it was in your blood, it would show itself, sooner or later.

Life is unfair, so is the fact that she won’t acknowledge him just because he is their child. “Jai,” He called the moment Zane left to enter the house that Jaine and her parents used to live in. It was her ancestor’s place, unlike the castle it was a humble and comfortable home, however, right now, Jaine could only vaguely remember the warmth it used to give her. The warriors had long left them and it was only him, Zane, and Jaine who went to Jaine’s ancestral home.

Clara's POV My fingertips traced the intricate woodwork of Nathan's ancestral mansion, each carved detail telling stories of generations past. Located in a secluded corner of the Cotswolds, the centuries-old estate breathed history from every stone. Ancient oaks lined the winding driveway, their branches creating mysterious shadows in the late afternoon light. I paused before a floor-to-ceiling portrait in the grand gallery, studying the aristocratic features of Nathan's great-grandfather. The same dangerous magnetism that defined Nathan was evident even in oil and canvas, a reminder that some traits truly ran in blood.

Harry replied honestly, "Then of course I'd rather you stay at Uncle Levi's!" Grainne nodded, yes, after all, old Levi had been with Harry for a longer time, and it was normal for the two of them to deepen their feelings. But Harry's next sentence stunned Grainne, who said: "Because Harry finds him at Uncle Levi's house like his own grandfather, and Harry also wants Uncle Levi to be my father!"

Before he could peer over my shoulder and see for himself, I turned to face him. “We need to go back to my ancestral home—to the Shaw’s Kingdom.” It takes Dain and the others an entire week to sort through the rubble that has become of my ancestor’s castle. Our hasty escape had destroyed the throne room, sending most of the stone and glass into the mystical pools that connect our lands and magic. Nothing can truly destroy the pools, which meant beneath all the debris, was the gateway we needed. We were all full of questions, but no matter how many times I let the warriors, Dain, and even Antonio Thatcher read over the note, we were left with no answers.