Harry Potter Fanfiction Triwizard Champions Protective Of Harry นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It soothed my parched throat, and I handed the glass back to him. He moved around the room, adjusting small things like he always did—meticulous, caring, protective. But now that protectiveness felt different. It wasn’t comforting. Like he was hiding something, guarding a truth I wasn’t supposed to see. He left the room once more. I told myself I’d rest for a while—let him think I was starting to forget, that I was letting go of everything, just like he wanted. But the moment I got the chance, I’d start searching.

Belle sat up in bed, using the buttons on the side to adjust the positioning as the nurse had shown her. The book, white with a pentacle on the cover, described the basics of witchcraft in terms even a layman could understand. Her older sister had been kind enough to drop it off, along with a change of clothing and a box of Thornton's continental—her favourite chocolates. According to this book, the spell Damien cast on her would be returned to him threefold.

"They are so desperate for a cure that they would probably quit fighting in the middle of a battle and line up for the cure if they thought they were getting it." "That's what I was thinking," I said, not telling him that I also wanted the cure for myself. The less people who knew, the better even my best friend. "Well, let's get back." He nodded and followed me into the Grand Hall. The atmosphere was somber as everyone chatted quietly in groups, eating the appetizers. Within minutes, Raven, Annette, and Zaria came back into the room and I approached them. "Is it done?" I asked Raven. "Were you able to place the protection spell over the castle?"

I sigh and Harry nudges me with his elbow before draping his arm over me and tipping me against his side. “Don’t be silly. None of that was your fault. And if some crazy guy is after you, I would much rather be there so I can try to keep you safe. I know you can take care of yourself, I definitely don’t intend to imply otherwise. But… I’m not the type of person that people rely on. I’m finding I quite enjoy it and I hope this incident won’t change that.” He speaks casually but I know he’s just trying to hide how serious he really is. I feel the constant warm feeling of Harry’s magic flowing through me and I relax further into his side. “I’m not sure I could stop, even if I wanted to.”

I let out my fangs and hissed at him, but he did not seem to be afraid of me one bit. “You cannot hurt me. I am with a protection charm.” He flashed a pendant at me. I stood up to my feet and was preparing to run, but his words stopped me in my tracks, “You might think you can run, but there is a witch surrounded in every place you go that is going to hold you back. If you still insist on running away, they are going to immobilize you, and trust me when I say that it will hurt.” “Does Damian know about this?” I could not help but ask.

If I tried to perform anything, I’d either give myself away or cause something terrible without meaning to. “We focus more on protection,” I said, voice wavering slightly. “Protecting our families, lands, people… not flashy displays.” Horrell didn’t look convinced. Not even a little. He leaned forward, elbows on the table, sharp eyes boring into mine. “Protection, hmm? And how exactly do you protect, child? Are you saying your magic is defensive? Then show us. Defend this table. Defend yourself. Something small. Something entertaining. The crowd would appreciate it.”

“They are so desperate for a cure that they would probably quit fighting in the middle of a battle and line up for the cure if they thought they were getting it.” “That’s what I was thinking,” I said, not telling him that I also wanted the cure for myself. The less people who knew, the better … even my best friend. “Well, let’s get back.” He nodded and followed me into the Grand Hall. The atmosphere was somber as everyone chatted quietly in groups, eating the appetizers. Within minutes, Raven, Annette, and Zaria came back into the room and I approached them. “Is it done?” I asked Raven. “Were you able to place the protection spell over the castle?”

Because of the risk to our family, Xander decided to pool the resources of the company to attack Laris Bevan’s coven of witches. Avery and Amir have been creating protection spells for the team that will be going in, including me and Xander. Xander isn’t happy about me going with them, but my magic has continued to get stronger and Avery assured him that they are making an extra strong protection spell for me and our little girl.

("Protection comes with a price but that's alright. We work to protect our own from an impending evil that plagues the land around us. Those coming to hurt us shall not touch. The people around share our power to use for a source of protection. We shall not be harmed from where we stand or beyond. The world around us holds evils, but with this we work against it in our own protection. Raise it around us for we are separate but together. Protect those here for we need help from other forces we thank you with our lives. And our blood shall solidify our protection from those outside." When I finish the spell a burning feeling fills my body, quickly I rip my hands away from the boys. "Lagertha n

She sighs and says, “Harry threatened to bomb the entire kingdom. He told me that if I didn’t help him cross the border, then he would blow it up. He told me that if I helped him, the deaths would be minimal. I never believed that he would kill your father or that Clarissa would die giving away all her magic, hiding yours. Even though I can see the future, I didn’t see that coming. I swear.” It may be dumb, but I really believe her. There’s something inside me that tells me she’s telling the truth. At least, in that part. I say, “Why are you here at Sheldon’s house? Where is the coven?” She nods as she says, “Patrick is my second chance mate, dear. When we met and realized what we were like