Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Moms

"Mom, listen, I know what's happening." Her eyes bulged, then she furrowed her brows. "What are you talking about?" Harry looked away as though he wanted to be sure no other person was in the room even though it was impossible for anyone person to be in the room at this moment. "Listen, like I just said, I know what's happening and you don't longer have to hide it away from me. I want to help mom." "Know about what?" She chuckled. "I'm genuinely confused her." She shifted uncomfortably in the bed and crossed her legs.

I asked, confused. "What's going on? We've been looking for guys since last night. We were all so worried. No calls, no text messages. You promised you'd call. Thank God, you guys are alright." Harry was now awake but surprised by the unwelcome guest. My mom and Harry's walk inside the room looking at us as if we were their missing babies. Ugh, I don't like that look. "We were so worried." Harry's mom hugs him tightly. "Mom, I'm twenty five not five. You don't need to be worried. I'm not a child." He shrugs his arms, feeling uncomfortable.

My mom reminded me that she doesn't know that she was a witch. “ Fine” I went up into my room and went to pack my stuff and make my way out to the car, saying goodbye to my parents once again and this time I have a feeling that I will not be coming back anytime soon or at least until we solve whatever mystery is going around Hermoine and her mother.

“You think this is funny?! I raised you to be a king, not to rot in a prison cell like some low-life!" Harry sighed, shaking his head. Same old Patricia Hendrix. Harry leaned back against the cold metal chair, his cuffs clinking against the table as he rubbed his wrists. His patience was already razor-thin. He exhaled sharply, eyes dark with frustration. “Mom… why are you here exactly?” He asked visibly annoyed. Patricia Hendrix, in all her expensive elegance, gasped like he had just disrespected the Queen herself. She clutched her chest dramatically. “Harry! Is that how you talk to your mother? After everything I’m doing for you?”

He mumbled to himself. Harry stepped out of his washroom, and met some unexpected guests that he wasn't expecting. That's his mother, wife, and sister. “What are you doing here? Who let you in?? Elliot!!” Harry shouted. “Shut up son. What's wrong with you, what did I hear that's going on with your marriage, are you sick??? Has Ramona finally bewitched that you now hate your own mother, you dare to decline my calls, and read my messages without replying”

Marianne. Jace's mother. What?! I turned and saw Marianne standing by the staircase, smiling like the proudest shipper alive. ...Wow. Now my ears were burning too. We weren't even married yet, and his mom was already our number one fan. Jace leaned over to look, brows knitting together. "What kind of nonsense is this..." Watching him look both offended and curious at the same time, I suddenly got an idea. I opened a livestream and pointed the camera right at him.

Brief. The maternal touch. I put my hand over hers. Dominic drove. The estate appeared through the trees. The gate opened. The house. Home. We pulled up the drive and sat for a moment in the car with the engine quiet and the October afternoon light on the house and the fountain audible from here. My mother got out. She went inside. Dominic and I sat. “Harry’s testimony,” I said. “Combined with the statement and the witness. Reeves thinks it holds.”

Alyse gripped my thigh tightly, digging in her protruding claws. “Stop dancing with me Omega and tell me what I want to know” Hina demanded, glaring over at me. Her mood no longer curious and inviting but now threatening and protective. I expected as much, eventually anyway. She would not have remained in charge for this long by being nice and friendly to anyone and everyone that crossed her borders. Especially as their existence is somewhat secret. I gulped down the lump in my throat and blew out a slow breath. “My mother knew of you, and her mother before her and so on. The women from my line have passed on the knowledge of your pack and whereabouts for generations” I confessed.

Mom's plans to stop dad from sending me away wasn't stated to me, she only said that Ethan's Mom would be able to help, and it sounded like they had a plan already in motion.. "Good morning ma'am" . My Curiosity made me skip my morning classes which Lolita will cover up. " Good morning dear, how are you Megan" Mrs. Sophia was surprised to see me in her house so early in the morning.. " I'm good ... Ma'am, has my mom called?".

Mom's voice is cold and dominant, the opposite of her usual warm and soft voice. The witches begin to mumble amongst themselves before Pickett's mother speaks up louder than the rest. "Are you insinuating that we are responsible for this?" She looks around the room. " Some of us no longer have magic and have decided to live the human life! Such magic is forbidden for a reason!" Mom's eyes narrowed, sharpening like a blade. "'Watch your tone Laura," Her warning was cold and made everyone in the room bow their heads and bare their necks.