Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Heir Of Emrys Fanfiction

"You thought I'd let them near her?" "I thought you'd have no choice." Her voice cracked. "You were the heir, Alec. Your father controlled everything. The Council would have taken one look at a half-blood bastard and—" "Don't." The word was sharp. "Don't call her that." "That's what they would have called her." Maya's hands were shaking now. "Right before they decided whether to take her from me or kill her outright." The truth of it hung in the air between them, ugly and undeniable.

"I don’t want him to inherit my pain, Mother... I don’t want him to start his life carrying a void that was never his fault." Her mother tried to speak, but she cut her off, wiping away her tears fiercely—as if trying to settle a battle raging within herself. "I’m tired... tired of always being the one who endures and pays the price. That’s why I’m going to do it." She paused for a moment, took a shaky breath, and then said in a voice that was broken yet resolute : "I’m going to give him a better life... a life nothing like mina ." Her mother’s lips trembled as she gazed at her with tear-filled eyes, then said in a faint, pleading voice

Eira’s fingers found mine—cold, but steady. “Ember.” I closed my eyes for a brief moment. Then I opened them again. “Come back to me,” I said. Her grip tightened once, then she let go. She stepped toward Henry’s bed and placed her hands on his chest. The pull came immediately. Her head snapped up. Her eyes flew open—but they had changed. They were burning red. Soft at first glance, but sharp enough that I felt my breath catch. The air around her cooled, draining warmth from the room.

"Too fucking late! And now you have his child. A little Adrian. That child should've been mine-should've grown in my belly!" Her eyes burn with fury. "I look at that boy, and all I see is Adrian. The Adrian I loved since we were age five. The man I built dreams with-only for you to snatch him away at the last moment. And you dare call me the villain?" I'm too stunned to speak. Not a word. Not a single goddamn word. Only tears. "I'm sorry, Emily. Kill me if you must, but spare Harry. He shouldn't be part of this," I plead, voice breaking.

"My father had traveled to your pack, and for the first time, I saw our father's talking; it was wrong and it could've ended my own life, but I listened in without them knowing." Emrys closed his eyes as if he was back in that hospital, listening again, as if he had transported back to being the trapped and scared little boy who was unsure about both his purpose in life and felt lonely, trapped, and probably unwanted. "They both had forced a witch, somehow, to tell them how to improve their futures." His stormy eyes opened after a moment and he turned, his eyes landing on my own with emotions I couldn’t begin to describe swimming in those orbs. "They found out you and I were mates the year I

Emrys immediately prepared to walk out of the room, before finally turning her head and looking right at me who was trying my hardest to keep my laughter from coming out now. "And you, Luciana. Take care of him, and keep an eye on this old man. He's still not married himself. You ass! I'll bring more potions later. You two must be working together to be able to play a trick on me and Josiah." Emrys left the room. "Hey, Emrys. I..." I tried to prevent the departure of Emrys who immediately threatened to bring more potions for me to drink later. The very thing I was avoiding doing. Just one potion had tortured me so much earlier, how could I drink another one on the same day with that bitter t

she gritted. "Don't give her any ideas, Louis," Emrys chuckled and opened his arms for Diara. My mate smiled and hugged him hard. Their relationship was platonic and nice. Emrys only let her go when I let out a possessive growl. He chuckled, and his shoulders sagged a little with relief as he looked at her. "We're sorry for not finding you," Emrys said. "I understand. Horus is quite the wizard," she said bitterly, glancing back in the direction she had come from. There was nothing there but trees. The cloaking spell he had used was strong if it worked on me, on us. Lycans were a different kind of creature.

“Actually, I may have heard something that we may use as leverage against them.” My eyes widened as I contained my excitement. “What is it?” “Well, when I went to their house to reveal that I was Devyn’s father, I forgot my wallet just as I was about to leave. I just wanted to take my wallet back, but I heard something really really important.” I went closer to him and made my eyes wider, making them appear more tearful and innocent. “Emery is the daughter of Crassus Bancroft.” I gasped. “And she might be half-Lycan.”

Harry suddenly became serious. Emma, "..." After tending to his wounds, Emma gently brushed the injured spot and playfully whispered, "I've cast a spell. By tomorrow, it'll heal..." As Emma rose to her feet, Harry softly grabbed her hand, pulling her close into an embrace. Burying his face in her shoulder, his hair tickled her neck, "Where do you think you're going?" "I need to go home. My parents are waiting for me." She didn't dare push him away for fear of touching his wound.

"Raven..." She glances over. "When we were at my parents' house..." My throat tightens. "I overheard something." She grows quiet. "My dad said my witch blood was stronger than his." Silence fills the car. She doesn't look surprised. She doesn't even look confused. She just sighs softly. "So they finally slipped." "You knew?" "I suspected." "You suspected?" I repeat. She nods. "I've always been able to feel magic around you." "What?" "I thought it was dormant."