Harry Potter Magical Inheritance Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I swear on my life, you'll never be able to touch him" "You don't understand" She cooed. "That child is just as special as you're. Perhaps maybe more" She sniffed the air, "I had Darwin strip you off your magic but there's something emitting from you. You're supposed to have lost every magical essence you possessed but you're different. Perhaps is it the child's doing?" She found a smile. "Of course it is. The magic in you belong to the child" Her smile deepened. "I couldn't be more proud of my sister. Even in death she's still of help to me" Rowena mumbled. "I'll have you, both mother and child. I must have you" Her frown returned, clutching her chest.

Dormant magical traits. My breathing slowed. Then I reached the final surviving page. One phrase had been underlined repeatedly. Cross-species magical inheritance. Fae. My stomach dropped. Silas watched me. “We don't know whether this has anything to do with what's happening now.” “It does.” Both men looked at me. I hesitated. Then made a decision… to trust them with the truth I found out. “I found something yesterday.” Sebastian's expression sharpened. “What?” I pulled Tessa's bracelet from its hiding place. Placed it on the table and showed them the number.

“She’s weak… weaker than I had ever seen her, and she’s in so much pain.” “That’s why I’m here and I’m not leaving,” Cora assured him. “I’ll make sure she survives giving birth to this baby, and I’ll make sure that this baby’s magic doesn’t take over her small body.” “How do you suppose you do that?” Zachary asked, narrowing his eyes. “I read somewhere about magic transfer. Magic can be transferred to family heirlooms and kept safe until the intended owner of said magic spills their blood onto the heirloom… only then will the magic be restored.”

"If he doesn't marry her, what about Hank? He's already magically bonded with Rowena..." My mom looked torn for a second, then let go of my hand. My heart froze over. I was their biological son, but they always took the side of my foster brother, Hank Morris, who was good at acting sweet and helpless. I smirked. "I'll do it, but on one condition: on my wedding day, Hank has to tell everyone he stole my potion." "How could you? You just want to ruin your brother's reputation!" Dad was so mad he smacked the table, and Mom just looked at me, so disappointed.

The kitchen was completely still. "Howard," she said. "Yes." "What is it called?" A pause. "Victoria named it," he said. "Before she died. She gave me the title along with the instruction to write it." He paused. "She named it in 2008 when she told me about the consortium clause and what she had done to protect you from it." He paused. "She said: call it The Ashford Inheritance. She said: because the inheritance is not the money and it is not the empire and it is not even the building. The inheritance is the story. The full story. Written so it can be read. Written so my granddaughter understands what she comes from and what she survived and what she built." He paused. "She said, that is the

"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.

She said. "This is confusing, how did I not know that you had magic?" I asked her. "Because I didn't want you to be killed, you are my first born which means that you are going to inherit my magic, I also knew that when you reached sixteen, your true nature would show and your father would kill you, all that I did was to protect you." She said. I was more confused, what she was telling me didn't make any sense. What she said couldn't be true, I mean surely I would have known if I was a warlock.

It was the exact same thing, down to the little details, confirming my thoughts of being a lookalike of Ameris. That was crazy, did I come from her bloodline, to be able to have such a resemblance? Or was I just her doppelganger, with magical inheritance. As much as I liked to convince myself, I was sure that there was no magical inheritance attached between me and her. If I truly was Ameris' descendant, I would have been soughted out, along with my mother, right from the get go. Having one of the most powerful witches in your bloodline would have made me strong, I wouldn't have gone through all I had, to get my powers. I wouldn't have been rejected by my coven members. That would have been

she commanded, her voice laced with both concern and determination. “I have to confess… how can I possibly keep this from him? It’s not fair, but I’m afraid of what he’ll do if he finds out. After your warning and his possessive behaviour, I can’t shake the feeling that he’s still lurking, waiting for me to submit to our bond. And with all that dark magic surrounding us, is it even safe for a baby to be here?” I poured out my story, from my desperate involvement with the dangerous coven of dark magic to the constant threat Cal posed. Hilda listened intently, her fingers tracing intricate symbols in the air as I spoke. “You carry rare and powerful blood,” she said gravely. “The child you carr

“I’m a werewolf myself. So is my son.” She looks stricken. “But you can’t...I didn’t think those two things could coexist.” “It’s a common assumption, but obviously not true. My magic is inherited. As is my wolf. I wasn’t aware of my magic until later in my life. Long after I shifted for the first time.” “That’s troubling,” Signe mutters. “Is it? Or is it simply unfamiliar?” I ask, letting her stew in that for a moment. “Please tell me the prophecy again. Not as it’s written, but from your teachings. I want to understand your perspective.”