Harry Potter Fights In The Clone Wars Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she murmured, her voice trembling with outrage. Clara stood her ground, her eyes blazing. "No, Vivian. You will." Before Vivian could respond, Marcus leapt at her, his claws tearing through her defenses. Vivian screamed, her power faltering as Marcus's attacks landed. Clara joined him, her energy surging as she blasted Vivian with waves of light. Together, they overwhelmed the witch, their combined power too much for her to handle. With a final, desperate scream, Vivian was consumed by the light, her form dissolving into nothingness.

Hailee was rabid as she glared at Clara. I don't want him, Clara! Can't you understand that? All I want is to set him free from your mother's dark magic and I want him free right now." Clara charging at Hailee "Liar! I won't let you ruin everything!" She yelled at her with a very angry look on her face. They engaged in a heated fight instantly with their fists flying as they wrestled with each other. Clara was surprised by Hailee's strength as they began to fight angrily.

With a dangerous smirk on my lips, I rose to my knees and swung my sword low, slashing off the legs of two other clones as they came swooping on me. Then I turned and thrust my sword backwards, puncturing one in the gut before it landed on her back. I looked around the room, hoping to see just a few clones remaining, but I was wrong. They have now multiplied, they are appearing out of nowhere, and they seem to have filled the room. Thank God, the rune sword is still glowing in my hand, and I can feel the urge to take more blood. Without hesitation, I threw myself into the heart of the battle.

They approached until they heard yells and groans. “There’s a fight”, Kyrian chuckled and hurried to join the crowd. Eric rolled his eyes and followed him lazily. Two guys were insulting and throwing fists at each other. Eric usually didn’t care about other students’ business, but when he moved closer and saw who was fighting, his eyes widened. “No way”, he muttered and let out a scoff when he saw Harry pushing the other guy to the ground. “Will you stop provoking me?!”, Harry shouted, and the other student burst out laughing.

“You have a choice now. Kneel to a tyrant—or rise beside us.” And one by one, they began to kneel. Not all, but enough to shift the tide. Enough to turn fear into revolution. Harry screamed, drawing a blade from his robe, and charged down the steps like a madman, aiming straight for me. “You ruined everything!” he shrieked, hatred and desperation twisting his face into something monstrous. But I was ready. As he lunged, I stepped forward, light bursting from my palms, catching his blade midair. Steel met fire—and fire won.

And I, sitting between them, with one man’s marks on my neck and the other’s conditioned reflexes still pulsing in my nervous system, realize with terrifying clarity that the external war against Viktor Lang will be the easiest part of this forced alliance. The true battle will be fought for me, inside me, through me. And neither of them plans to lose. Claire finishes her pancakes, wipes her mouth, and slides off the chair to get ready for school. She kisses my cheek, then Declan’s, and stops in front of Harvey for a second. “Bye, Uncle Harvey,” she says with formal politeness. “See you later, Claire,” he answers, and there is something genuine in his voice. When she leaves, taking with her

I let the raw, wild instinct of the beast take over my mind, my jaw unhinging slightly as a terrifying growl tore out of my throat. "What…" the copy gasped, his eyes shifting toward me too late. I drove my fist straight into his temple with the force of a meteor impact. CRACK. The sound was like a thunderclap echoing across mountains. The clone went flying sideways, but before he could even skip across the ground, I reached out with my magic, grabbed the space around his ankles, and pulled it back toward me. He snapped back across the clearing like he was on a rubber band, his face covered in silver blood, his expression turning completely monstrous with rage.

“But we’ll have someone else go undercover, or my son will never let us hear the end of it.” I can only nod to that because he’s not wrong on that. As the meeting breaks up, I catch sight of movement through the window, and my attention shifts completely. In the training yard below, Harry, who is now seven and sprouting up like a weed, is sparring with a retired Dylan and three other pack warriors. His movements are confident and he’s no longer the scared little boy who used to have shifting episodes. "Look at him," I murmur, watching Harry duck under Dylan’s swing and counter with a move that would make Wolfgang proud.

Lucas thundered in rage, trying to escape the clone Zeus that was trying to get a grip of him. “This is war kid, and you declared it yourself just when you stepped into my territory.” Zeus smiled. He made Lucas become more furious and wanting to ravage the entire place. Quickly, Lucas ignited a black flame with his eyes and set the clone Zeus on fire. “This isn't over yet.” Lucas said to the clone before jumping forward. Suddenly, an enormous sound resonated throughout the entire province. “You shall pay for that,'' Draco shouted from the far end. He just couldn't let this slide at all, so he wanted to go in full power.

"A blood clone." "Yeah, I'm starting to think he fought against Hayze with a blood clone too." Harriet closed her eyes and inhaled smoothly; she concentrated on her breathing for a moment. "Phuture, have you ever heard of The Shrine?"