Harry Potter Files Romane & Geschichten

But right now, I had an empty house to myself, a cold can of beer in my hands and an open laptop with all my husband’s company’s confidential files – it was officially party time. I plopped on his desk chair and turned it on, I didn’t know where but then again there was this interesting looking folder with the title “X files”, I didn’t waste any time, I clicked it open and I regretted it, because immediately I did, my beer dropped from my hands to the floor, it’s content spilling on the carpet.

When she thought the world couldn’t hear. I opened my eyes and leaned forward. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. I typed it. Lila’s POV. My childhood nickname. The name she’d given me before the world had a chance to shape me. Before lies. Before fear. I pressed enter. For half a second, nothing happened. Then the screen changed. The folder opened. I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. “Oh my God.” Inside were dozens of files. Neatly labeled. Dates stretching back years. Some from before I was even born. Others from just months ago.

For the first time in days, fear crept in—not of Sarah, but of the past she was trying desperately to outrun. ***** Later that night, Sarah sat alone in her study again. The folder from Hargreaves lay open on her desk. Spider stood nearby, arms crossed, watching as she carefully examined each page. “Most of this was stripped from the official file,” he said. “If we cross-reference—” “Wait,” Sarah interrupted. She had found something. Tucked between two brittle pages was a small, cracked data chip—old, scratched, nearly destroyed by heat. “What’s that?” Spider asked.

, she replied in a sharp tone. “She rubbed off you”, Harry said tilted his head sharply. “I want you to have these files. I have gathered data for the Javan Corporation deal. You are to sign and submit this to....” ”She rubbed off me?”, Kenzie cut in. “What does that mean?”. “I beg your pardon for my choice of words. Ma'am”, he bowed slightly and raised the files to her. Kenzie sighed and took them. She watched him go. “How can a guy that cute be that...nerdy”, she wrinkled her nose and shook her head.

"The files are missing." There was silence. Holly stood up slowly. "What files?" "The Hope World Tech files. The billion-dollar investment deal. I was finalizing them this morning but I got pulled away to handle the catering for the engagement party and I thought I put them back in the secure folder but...." Helen's voice cracked. "I can't find them. I've looked everywhere." The color drained from Holly's face. "You lost a billion-dollar deal?" Her voice was dangerously quiet. "I didn't lose them, they're just—misplaced. Somewhere in the office. I know they are. I just....."

He opens the one he devoured last night, *Your Sire Claims You Completely*. "Fucking hell," TJ mutters under his breath. They're all here. Every single one. He closes that file and notices the one dated yesterday, the only one with a title he doesn't recognize. It's called *Your Master Smears Your Blood Good*. What a title. He has to read it. TJ opens an incognito browser window, logs into his Drive, and uploads that file. He closes that window, maximizes the grimoire window again, and just as he hears footsteps descending the stairs, slides back to his seat.

The screen lit up, and my heart pounded harder when I saw the password bar. I knew it. Of course I did. My fingers moved almost on their own, and the screen opened. I paused, my palms damp with sweat, before beginning to scroll through his files. Most were business-related, contracts, reports, and documents. But then my eyes caught on a folder with a single name. Henry. I clicked it. The screen was filled with files, reports, photographs, and even scanned documents. I leaned closer, reading quickly, and the more I read, the colder I felt.

He hid things the digital world couldn’t detect. Jackson approached the console and entered a series of commands with frightening precision. Savannah recognized the frustration creeping into his posture as the system resisted his attempts. “He didn’t want you in here,” she murmured. “No.” Jackson’s voice was tight. “He didn’t.” The screen flickered once, twice and then a folder opened. HARRISON MASTER FILES. Savannah stepped closer, reading the subfolders. They listed years, locations, names some she recognized, many she didn’t. But one folder caught her eye.

I said to him in walking around his room, I turned my head to him in waiting for an answer and he quickly shook his head from one side to another. So he hadn't any family members. But from disgust smell, I smelled something else. He had drugs there, he kept them in a book. I went by the bookshelf and took the third book. "Harry Poter? Are you for real?" He kept in a children's tale drugs. Pages were cut in the middle of a book and placed drugs instead. He paled from my question maybe he was afraid that I liked his book and he destroyed what I like. No, I didn't like this nonsense, but... I shook my head in thinking drop it, Jack.

Lisa POV The study door sat partly open when I walked past it. I stopped after hearing James complain from inside. “I still don’t understand what I’m supposed to be looking for.” “You’re looking for overlap,” Harry replied. They didn’t notice me walking in. Papers covered the entire study table. Medical scans, prescription records, handwritten notes, and thick binders lay scattered everywhere. Harry looked wrecked like he was surviving on caffeine and no sleep. He sat in the middle of the mess wearing thin glasses I had never seen before. James sat across from him with folders spread open and frustration written all over his face.