Harry Potter Founders Novels & Stories

Damien said to Elijah, "Please connect the phone to the projector, let's all see." The projector was turned on and Artemis groups was showcased there. Damien ordered Mark to read all the info about it. "It was founded by Karl Max and Donald Winchester in 2020." Mark stopped reading and he looked back to Damien. "Sir there's nothing wrong here." Damien said, "You lack patience, that explains a lot." Damien then signaled to Elijah to turn something into the search engine. "Founders of Migani groups." And surprisingly to everyone, the founders were Karl Max and Donald Winchester. Mark's eyes widened in shock as he read it. "It can't be ,impossible!"

Obscura Arcanum: ob‑SKYOOR‑uh ar‑KAY‑nəm School Founders: Werewolf Founder Cillian Hawthorne pronunciation: KILL-ee-an HAW-thorn Vampire Founder Selene Nerezza pronunciation: si-LEE-nee neh-RET-tsah Wizard/Witch Founder Alaric Everley pronunciation: AL-ə-rik EHV-ə-lee Dragon Founder Seraphine Aurelian pronunciation: SEH-RA-FEEN aw·ree·lee·uhn

Rita "Blackthorn wasn’t built for the weak," Gogo said, stirring a steaming cup of rooibos tea with a long, carved bone spoon. The scent of cinnamon and earth filled the kitchen as Rita leaned in, listening. "Three founders—a witch, a werewolf, and a vampire—came together in a time when our kind had to hide or be hunted. They made a place where magic wasn’t just tolerated. It thrived." Rita traced the rim of her own cup. "So it was always a school?"

It was my first time in the Academy's grand rotunda, a formal hall used for high-ceremony events like Founder’s Day, according to what I read in the official student handbook and a werewolf student's guide. According to the guide on what Founder’s Day entails, the academy was founded by five sons of King Lycaon. Each of the sons represents a house and an active bloodline. On this day, June 26th, about three hundred years ago, they had come together to build what would become today's legacy. Lost in my thoughts, I bumped into someone; my head snapped up, about to apologize, when they locked onto Clara's. “You're late!” Clara huffed. “I'm sorry, I–”

An exclusive school only to children who could pass a very difficult examination and could demonstrate how powerful they are. My son was of course, very powerful for his age. The school was also where my mother had attended before, then me and now I was a proud mother to have my son joining our little legacy. Dave had helped me to get Teddy ready for the school last year. He had also forged some documents to show that Teddy’s father was a Wizard, not a Werewolf. The school was not open for Werewolves and Vampires, nor for Fairies. The founder of the school was said not to be very fond of those species.

Harry grins. “It was originally just myself, Ryann and Megan, but they added their partners and Aaron plus Amber and it’s just slowly expanded. We use it as a sort of running feed on our lives and a place to ask each other advice. Mostly it’s just everyone waiting to hear about my romantic failures though.” Harry sighs. “Romantic failures?”I demand. Harry shrugs.

It was time to set my schemes into motion. But first, I had to deal with Harry, Davina's elder brother and the immediate heir to their father's neighboring park. Harry's presence posed a threat to my ally, Evans, who coveted his father's throne. If Harry were to inherit the park, Evans' dreams of power and control would crumble. So, we joined forces, driven by our common interests.

Just like I have planned, Selie took care of the Presentation materials, as I took the microphone. “Everyone..ever since Aeternum has been founded and developed..many things has happened…but right now, there is unprecedented matter that were shocking even to me…We all know that, no matter where we go..in Fantasma…Mages..Wizards..is a sought after group of people…an extremely desired resource….but…since the last year…and when our educational institutions has produce our first batch of new intellectual generations….We have also gave birth…to..3 000 Wizards…”. “Wait what?…woah~..”.

A silver signet ring engraved with a raven. Samuel’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I know that ring.” Elias looked at him. “Whose is it?” Samuel’s eyes never left the screen. “The First Founder.” Marcus frowned. “I thought the Founders began with Jonathan Hale.” Samuel slowly shook his head. “No.” “Jonathan inherited the organization.” “He didn’t create it.” Richard looked toward Amelia. “The war we’ve been fighting…” He paused. “…was started by someone whose name has been erased from history.”

After that, Philip said mildly, “Tell me the information you have about my sister.” Steven looked around, leaned close to Philip, and said, “The organization behind your sister involves three doors. It’s very large and powerful. Even the Clarke family wouldn’t dare to mess with it easily because this organization was founded by your mother back then.” What?! An organization founded by his mother? After such a long time, he found something related to his mother again. Philip’s expression instantly became very ugly. The organization behind Hannah was actually founded by their mother? How could this be?