Harry Potter Heritage And Ability Test Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Yes. She had powerful healing abilities, just like you." "You knew her?" I leaned forward eagerly. "What was she like? What happened to her?" "We didn't know her personally, but we knew of her. As for details..." She shook her head. "That's something you'll have to discover for yourself, in time. Your roots go deeper than you realize." "What does that mean?" "It means your abilities aren't random chance. There's a bloodline, a heritage you haven't fully understood yet." I wanted to press for more information, but she was already moving on to other topics.

“I’m just an ordinary person. There’s nothing special about me.” The witch leaned forward, her gaze piercing into Darius’s soul. “Oh, but you are far from ordinary, my dear Darius. You are a descendant of a long line of witches and warlocks, blessed with ancient magic that has been dormant within you. The power you possess is immense, and it has attracted my attention.”

Immediately, a group of witches surround her and start to drill into her, extracting blood and bone marrow. The girl lets out a pitiful whimper, but otherwise makes no sound. “Don’t you recognise your own mother when you see her?” Lady Adele asks. Shock rockets down my back, and settles at the base of my spine with a low, electrical buzz. “She’s one of our best spirit wolves,” Harriet says. “Her blood makes powerful potions.” “Like?” “Oh. Her spirit talent is healing, so we’ve been using her mostly to make healing potions. I do believe your father used it on your Beta recently…with great success.”

I hug her from the side, my head dropping to her shoulder. We fall into a comfortable silence until I whisper, “How did you get into Shadowspire?” Helga chuckles. “I’m a descendant of one of the founding fathers.” “Wow.” I look up, and she winks. “So you have magic.” She snorts. “I wish. Our bloodline has long been tainted.” Her jaw drops to my head, and she mutters, “Some days will be good, and some will be bad. But strong people don’t give up. I know you’re stronger than this, my lady. Don’t let anything get to you.”

“You don’t just have a trace of vampiric heritage. You are a half blood, a hybrid. One of your parents must have been a vampire.” “That is impossible!” I wrote. “The tests don’t lie,” the first healer said, “and we ran them twice to be completely certain.” “No,” I wrote. “I am sorry that you had to find out like this,” the first healer said. “If you are finding it out just now,” the second healer said. “What?” I wrote. “How is it that you have never noticed anything different about yourself?” the second healer asked. I shook my head. “I know I am different,” I wrote. “I have never spoken a word and not a single healer has ever been able to say why.”

"Well, I was just going to tell you. that's our school's hospital. There our school's students get treatment but most importantly there we have mundane patients also, who come for treatments. The student's who have abilities which can contribute to the hospital go there. So basically it's the most important place to practice their skills as well as do good for the society. You will be going there too, not only to practice your ability to knock someone unconscious with your touch but also to develop your healing ability." I have no healing ability till now and frankly, I doubt I will ever develop it. "Ya about that, do you have any idea why the headmistress thinks that I will develop healing

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

Helena is the only family who doesn't study the wizarding world. “Nothing, I'm only good at healing; it's even just a basic ability. I can't use one that's too complicated. I do have talent, but I don't hone it. I've always disliked studying magic, for some reason. Maybe because when I was a kid, I saw my father kill a thief with his magic. Since then I have refused to use my magic anymore.” Robert nodded in understanding. There must be a small trauma in Helena. Being a witch is not easy; it takes courage and mental readiness.

His greed had resulted in carnage and the annihilation of our people and many other villages. “Pernwél,” She said softly “You are the only other person, beside myself, that inherited the Druidic gene.” She paused and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Me? Did I inherit the power that so many searched for? A magic that I thought was almost extinguished.