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And he could only think of a person with a baby, and it was Katherine, oh, and Kevin. “Actually…” I swallowed as I watched her closely. “Actually, I… they reached out to them already.” “I found out something.” “What is that?” “Someone has hired a person to kill you,” I said. I knew Lyra had never for once spoken about how she had died and I knew she couldn’t because that would be telling me she was rebirthed. It would cost me nothing to tell her, actually, I would love to tell her everything too, but, what if she doesn’t take the news well?

Isolde brushed away the crumbs from his mouth with such care. The two of them looked so close, like they were in their own little world where no one else could step in. I tried to ignore the twist in my stomach and was about to walk away when a bunch of assassins in black jumped out of nowhere. I stepped back, asking them, "Who are you guys? What do you want?" The assassins looked at each other and then ran straight for me. Their hands gripped weapons with dark, poisoned blades—the same deadly poison that had hurt my dad!

"And now, Harry, let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure," the ancient wizard (Albus Dumbledore) says in chapter 3 of The Half-Blood Prince. * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It was at dawn when I was awoken from my slumber. Knowing that even one small thud could wake my mom up, I left my door slightly open and walked to the kitchen. Since I could not go back to sleep, I might as well wake up now. I opened the drawer on my right and grabbed a yellow mug with flowers painted on the front. With the mug in one hand, I went to the sink and filled it with water. I gulped the water down in one go and put the mug on the kitchen counter.

I just find it easy to tell her how sorry I am because I want her to see the sincerity of my heart. “What are you doing here?” “I told you I would bring you here, why did you leave without me?” I had gone to check up on Harry at the dungeons after I got a call from Baba that he was losing consciousness after I stabbed him with the knife, I knew it was going to be the most painful and horrible thing that would ever happen to him but as a wolf, he was supposed to survive it but after I got a call that he was dying was when we realized, the little bastard was half-wolf.

Both him and Waltz changed into some clean clothes and walked out of the room. Among the three assassins, one had died, so two were left. “They refused to tell us who hired them.” Brittany said as she shot them a dirty glare. She had tried torturing them a while ago, but it was no use at all. The murderous intent within Alex was growing as well. “Let me try!” He used Soul Banishing Touch on one of the assassins. Three minutes later, the assassin broke and became mentally reatarded. Seeing this, the other assassin immediately told them everything.

"Oh, my dear Purple Rose. You knew what was coming, didn't you? Why did you even bother running in the first place?" "Because I wanted to! Do you have something to say about that too?" The assassin was clearly hanging on by a thread but refused to let up in her words. Just then, Harry let out a cold laugh as he looked at everyone else. "Dude, what kind of act is this? Assassinations and cringey code names like Purple Rose? Since when they filmed special shows here?" Harry said in disdain. Wilbur looked at him, shaking his head. "You guys should really go. This isn't a show."

Harry chuckled upon hearing the question, then grinned, "Care about her? No, not even close. She's not my daughter. Why should I care about a woman who has no connection to me whatsoever?" Lucas furrowed his brow in confusion, his grip on his emotions tightening. "Wait, if she's not your daughter, then whose daughter is she?" Harry's lips curled into a sly smile, enjoying the intrigue he was creating. "She's the daughter of the vessel's original owner, the one whose body I now inhabit." Lucas's eyes widened in realization, the implications of Harry's words sinking in. "You mean Karina is the daughter of the person whose body you took over?"

One that would knock Harry off his feet, giving me the precious seconds of freedom I needed. “Tell me, Harry, how did it feel to lose your son, William?” His eyes widened. “What if I told you that you never lost it? That it was all Sheldon’s plan to punish you? Your son is alive!” Harry released his grip on my neck. Enough so that one arm knocked his arm to the side. I ran to the ground and grabbed the dagger. Harry lunged after me. In one movement, I turned, pushing the sword forward. I tilted it up, sliding it across his ribcage and straight toward his beating heart.

“Should we be worried?” Isak’s mouth curved. “I thought the same damn thing.” So many witches. There were so many witches, Ironteeth and Crochan, in the halls of the castle. And then he saw her, beside the most Dangerous Assassin, who laid on the floor, a fatal wound to his heart, “I told your mother, that I wouldn’t leave this world until I set my eyes on you Isak.”, Dante said, holding the cheeks of his son, the one this Assassin had raised,

Harry thought. Harry felt a sharp pain, after realizing the whole truth. He turned to face Arthur with his hard glare . "My words remain the same! I will never change them! This slut of a woman, would never get to see her son again. And you who claim to be her baby's daddy, I would advise you don't even make an attempt to get the kid away from me otherwise I will kill you and feed your flesh to the ravens." Harry said with his eyes directly at Arthur, who only looked for a few seconds and eventually moved his eyes away from him. Harry's look was so impossible to behold. Harrh looked like a beast that would cause havoc on earth.