Harry Potter Magical Inheritance Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You… You’re telling me Marcus Draco is your father?” I nodded. “That magic I used in there? It’s part of the curse he passed down. It’s dangerous. It destroys you from the inside. I used it once before years ago and it nearly killed me. I thought I’d buried it for good. But it’s in Sara now. She inherited it.” “Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” he asked, voice raw. “Why keep it a secret? I could’ve...”

But then something reminded me that this was Harry. I knew him. I knew the way his mind worked, the way he twisted situations to his advantage and discarded people the moment they outlived their usefulness. A bitter realization settled deep in my chest. I had already outlived mine the moment he allowed his mother to start questioning my sanity and fertility. Harry would never accept another man’s child. Never. Not in his house. Not under his name. This… this was just another move. Another scheme. I would go, convince Richard, secure the merger…

Isabella stood by the pool, watching him go, her heart aching. The will reading was held in the library. Isabella sat beside Sebastian, Lucas, and Lily in her lap, her mind still reeling from her conversation with Damien. The lawyer read from a document, his voice droning, the words blurring together. Sebastian inherited the estate. Damien inherited the company. Isabella inherited a trust fund she hadn't expected. "Grandfather wanted to take care of you," Sebastian said, as they walked back to the car. "He didn't even know me."

The elevator doors closed and Harry walked up to me. "You know why I’m here," His expression said it all. “Just give me some time, I’m only just getting back.” I said. I knew Harry was only doing his job and this was all because he wanted the best for the company. “But we don't have any more time, Nicholas." Harry replied. A million thoughts raced through my head. All I could think about was Hazel and the twins. Only they were the solution to this. If it was true and they were mine, an heir was all I needed to claim my father’s inheritance—I would have two.

"Mom, Dad. I'm so sorry." But Dad was shaking his head, Mom too. "Sweetheart," Mom said. "It's not." She sighed out some of her own sadness, the air heavy with it. "We both knew this day would come eventually." She smiled up at him, glittering tears making shining paths down her face. "Harry is immortal. I made him promise we would end our mating before I was too old."

Harry continued to do all sorts of things during the meal to please Olivia. Grainne didn't find out until today that Harry had a talent for girls. Looks like this genetic is really strong, Harry must have inherited this essence from his father. After eating, Harry and Olivia ran upstairs to the second floor to play. Grainne has designed for Harry a toy room, in which there are many large and small toys, everything has, can be said to be Harry's treasure. Harry led Olivia into the toy room, closed the door, and played happily, not even letting Grainne and Halsey in. The two mothers had to go to the second-floor balcony to drink tea and enjoy the view.

He has two magic. On the mirror magic up, in front, we can see two ladies. One was holding a water ball and the other one has light ball, just like mine. At first, I thought she wasn’t able to control her magic that’s why it scattered to the whole arena but judging the look o her face. She was bragging. She was totally showing off. Light is a rare magic, during my father teenage years, he was the only one wo had it. That’s how rare it was. And it looks like in my generation, there’s two of us. On rare cases, when a mage is strong, Magic can be inherited from your parents but most of the time the magic itself can choose you. It looks like the latter’s her case. To me, I was strong enough to i

This is more like Sabrina. "I am not here to sit, Sabrina. Just get to it," I said impatiently, "I was supposed to have a strawberry-coloured wolf because I thought I was the firstborn and only firstborns of the Harpers family inherit that strong magic. But I got a useless one. The one without magic. Turns out my father had a child before finding his mate, my mother," I paused, taking a deep breath as my voice was almost seized in anger. "She is back. And she is the one with the magic, not me. I need your help, Sabrina. I want what's mine. I want to be in my shoes,"

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.