Harry Potter Heritage And Ability Test Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Even when I thought witches could do magic, I had never imagined things like that. Even if they just had one gift, something like that could do real damage. Rendering someone frozen or blind, even for a minute, could mean life or death in a fight. "That means you are more powerful!" Draco continued his twenty questions as he high-fived Aaron. "And Omerta only has one gift. Does that mean she is not as powerful as you?" Draco turned to look at her. She had been quiet the whole time, listening and taking in all the information about her heritage.

She needed space, time to process the chaos that had become our lives, and most importantly, she needed answers—answers I wasn't entirely sure I could give her. I ran my hands through my hair, pacing the length of my quarters like a caged animal. The DNA test results should have been enough to put this whole nightmare to rest, but Lily's claims about her witch heritage complicated everything. Magic had always been a gray area for our kind, something we understood existed but rarely dealt with directly. The possibility that her supernatural abilities could interfere with modern medical testing wasn't entirely far-fetched, and that uncertainty was eating me alive.

That would make them more desperate to acquire him as an instrument of war. He would rather die than fight on their side. "Yes." Anything for his daughter, right? Even his safety and life-long conviction. "So it is a genetic thing. We will still have to perf---" "Mira is adopted." Belladonna cleared that up. "Hmm," Nicholas hummed, smoothening his hands against his scrubs. "We will have to run some tests on you George. You both have this ability." "So you think she is from my lineage?" "Well, this will help us in finding out what kind of hybrid she is. Also, she might be from your lineage. There can even be a slight chance, you might be her father."

I frowned at him. “Do I? I know that her mother’s ability was inherited from the previous queen and her father was a witch, but no one knew what his abilities were, so it could be one she picked up from him. We won’t know Isla’s full potential until she learns it. Mira is a good teacher and will help her.” “There is one thing that is bothering me.” “Just one?” he smirked. I narrowed my gaze, “Don’t covens brand their members and bind their abilities to share among the coven members?”

“Don’t tease me like that.” Enzo shook his head with a serious look on his face. “I mean it. Your speed when running, your intelligence, the way your knee suddenly healed on its own, the telepathy, your ability to not only keep Ronan alive when he should’ve died but to also get him to tell the truth when no other methods worked… At the very least, you’re a hybrid. Maybe there’s something about your heritage that you don’t know, and maybe that’s why you’re being hunted.”

Because then, how did I find out? I can’t exactly tell her I used my werewolf abilities and spied on her, then I eavesdropped on her conversation. That sounded weird, even to me. It didn't make me feel guilty that I did any of it. My overthinking was what made me consider a DNA test. If I’m going to do what I have planned next, then I need to make sure that the child she is carrying is my heir. I explain this to Owen and he nods, agreeing with him.

"Will she have healing abilities like me?" "I don't think so, because only a few werewolves have it, such as Ashley. She got that ability from her parents. If Ashley has progeny then her offspring will have healing abilities like her, but you know werewolf healing abilities are limited to physical injuries, which is different from veela." Edith was pensive for a moment. She wondered how Julian would grow up. One thing was certain, she did not want Julian to inherit Seth's arrogant nature for the rest she would let it flow. Whether Julian will have a magical gift or not.

“I admit, I wasn’t sure you would.” “What the hell is this?” Julian growled, rushing to Aiden’s side. “What did you do to him?” Crane chuckled. “Nothing yet. But I wanted you to see what Eden does. You see, this Aiden… isn’t yours. He’s a clone.” Julian’s blood ran cold. “You’re lying.” “Am I?” the voice echoed. “You’re in the Eden prototype chamber. We took neural imprints from the Helix trials. Reconstructed behavioral patterns. You want to know how far we got?”

he bellowed, his cool mask cracking. He jerked the rod out, drawing another wheeze. He started walking again, quicker. "She's the lock! The trigger! Her ability has to stem from somewhere, a bloodline! How's it function?" The probes felt aimed at the air, at invisible ears. He whirled to me. "You! You sense it. What's it? A deal? A hidden trait? What'd your forebears do?" "I don't know!" I sobbed. "It just... occurs!"

Like her decision to always wear custom made hand gloves, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her pull it off once, and whenever people questioned her about it she always seemed tense and her answers were always evasive. Swallowing, I clench my hands around my utensils as I fought to let my shock and anger go before deciding to continue with our conversation. “So, if there’s a possibility I could somehow develop one of these abilities, which one do you think is highly likely for me to inherit?” He pauses for a second, understanding settling on his face, before responding. “Fire.” “Well, do you now see the dilemma?” ~*~*~*~ I’d thought since the school is surrounded by large forestation, there would