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I want her to tell me the whole story without interruption. “One day, she was talking with your Aunt Hazel. They didn’t know I was behind the bookshelf, and she told Hazel about the prophecy. She knew that you were the prophesied white witch even before you were conceived, but she didn’t tell anyone. I was so angry, feeling like the distance between us was getting wider. I couldn’t master magic the same way they did. Hazel was also a powerful witch,” she continued. Her gaze was stuck on her feet.

I keep my voice serious and Harry sighs. “Okay, you caught me. I have basic life skills. I know, it’s a lot to take in. There is a brain in here, I’m not just a pretty face.” He knocks himself on the head with his knuckles as he says this and I absolutely lose it. I was a little worried that going on an ‘official’ date would make things weird between us, but apparently I had nothing to worry about. Although I am a little concerned at how much time I’ve been spending with Harry lately. I should really hang out with some other friends or something. It can’t be healthy to let one person dominate my time like this. Particularly because when he gets sick of me and leaves I’m going to have all thi

"A witch named Sybil. A mate, Wyatt. A virgin, Misty," she whispered, her voice tinged with urgency. "She serves the dark lords." After a moment of deep contemplation, Hazel's mind suddenly connected the dots. Sybil had the uncanny ability to transfer her spirit into Misty's body. Hazel realizes Sybil's plan: to inhabit Misty's form, mate with Wyatt, and leave Hazel marked with an opposing spirit, signifying Wyatt's deadly intent as her own mate. Hazel knew she wouldn't be able to defend herself against such a threat where she had to fight her mate. All of Sybil's sinister machinations to conquer the world were beginning to make sense. Hazel understood that she couldn't achieve dominance alo

When they got a hallway Johnathan stopped and took a deep breath. ___________ ___________ “Hazel please don't do this” Liam tried to reason with Hazel but she just chuckled. “Why shouldn't I” .she asked. “Because she did nothing to you. She didn't choose to be my mate” “And I didn't choose not to be your mate either. What is so different about her is that. Is it because she is a child of the prophecy” She chuckled some more like a mad person and Liam knew she was beyond saving at this point. He knew she hadn't stopped dark magic like he had begged and urged her to do. The dark magic was starting to take control of her mind. The Hazel he knew and loved would never do a thing like this.

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

Harbin’s voice is in a high pitch, while Theo is trying to keep his cool, despite the frustrations I can sense from him. “He is a werewolf mage hunter. She is a werewolf. They can be star-crossed lovers. If you are blind to it, Klevon has feelings for her! And they are becoming close. She is even taking magic lessons from him!” “I know—what?! What magic lessons?” Theo asks. Ugh, Harbin, why are you divulging that to him? It’s supposed to be a secret! Theo shifts his attention to me. There is a look of betrayal on his face.

“What? Fuck you Harry! Now move over mom, let me have a taste. If you're going to suck off my boyfriend, at least teach me how to do it properly.” “Thatta girl...” Nicole giggled. “Now get down here to have a taste.” Gwen dropped to her knees, staring ahead at the sizable spear. It was quite imposing, she had to admit. Who knew Harry was packing such heat beneath those virgin shorts. “Do I actually blow out?” The young girl asked. This elicited a chuckle from Nicole. “Well, not quite honey... Just open your mouth and get some of that cock inside you. That's a girl! Just like that... feel how it throbs in your mouth? That's because he's a horny boy – aren't you Harry?”

He slid a look at Cameron’s dad, impressed. “Oh dear,” Aislen smirked. “That looks like it hurt.” “Takes a big man to beat another in chains,” August sneered. “Well,” Connery stepped back. “I will leave you to it. If you care to stop back by Meguitte once you are done here and donate some blood, that would be appreciated,” he said to Harry. “We’re going to need a lot of it to perfect this spell.” He turned and strolled away.

--and a girl wearing the academy's uniform chasing him while holding a twig. "Please, God. Don't make that stick a freaking wand or I'd really walk myself into an asylum." Uncle George laughed. "Don't worry, Ice. That was just a twig." "I hope so. Witches better not exist or I'll lose the last strand of insanity left in me." The head mistress smiled inwardly, her pools twinkled as if I said something interesting before she turned to Uncle George. "You better hold on to that last strand, Mella. Who knows what mystery Wild Oaks really hold... Right?"

"I… I had headaches during that year. Every time I was around Professor Quirrell, I felt like a nail was burning and trying to bury itself into my head." Larry Potter made a little pause, and continued. "And it was always in the same region, in my scar." He finished saying. Professor McGonagall was looking at him like a doting grandmother that wanted to hug his grandson, but she was holding back. "Yes, your scar. One of my wives, Joan, the black haired lady with armor, due to the inclinations of her magic and blessings, is very sensitive to corrupted and dark forms of energy. And she told me that she had sensed a student with a piece of corrupted magic centered around his head that was tryin