Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Rise From Dust

I wish someone would flick their magic wands and make the pain go away. Because all I know is Henry's eyes looked like coming home... All I know is a single name and everything has changed. Can someone come and tell me why? Why I'm missing you after all this time? I'm such an idiot. Kou hugs me tightly and said, "We're all fools in love I suppose." "Did you just quote 'Pride and Prejudice'?" "I guess I did." We both chuckled softly as we watched the sun go down from the distance inside that empty classroom. I... think I can learn to like Kou. He makes it easy to like him. With him, I wouldn't have to cry anymore.

His face was unreadable as our eyes met. “You look….clean” he observed. I stepped back, taking him in. He did not look clean, his clothes covered in dirt and blood, his face streaked with the same. I noticed he was limping slightly and that his clothes were the same ones he had been wearing when I had been captured. The room's floor was dirt, which explained the semi damp smell; and I noticed a small pot in the corner, one guess what that was for. I wrinkled my nose, compared to how I had been treated, this was atrocious! How come I had been treated so differently?

I say, taking a step backwards. "Rory," She calls, and I flinch. "For what it's worth, I really am sorry." I nod, walking out, steadying my breathes as I walk to the Living Room, see everyone sitted. "To break the curse fully, we need Alexandru, Lily and Rafe ofcourse, in a circle, holding eachother. We'll need the blood of the people you love the most, not to be Harry Potter-ish, but Love is the way to break this, the Ancestors casted the spell out of pure hatred, and with Love, we'll reverse it, actually, erase it."

Nobody deserved that type of treatment. “I’ll be fine. I’m not in the same position as before,” I said with much more confidence than I had recently felt. “If you can trust bringing them into your pack then I trust your judgement.” He was surprised by my answer. Honestly, I was as well. A phoenix died, turning into ash. Then from the ashes it would rise, anew. Perhaps it was time to find a way for the husk of Octavia – the current me – to find a way to change, to rise up from the ashes.

He opens the door and immediately wraps his arm over her shoulders, pecking her temple as a greeting before turning to us. “Hello, Alpha, Oracle. I don’t mean to interrupt, I just came to remind Noah that it’s time he takes his special tea.” “What tea?” Mom asks her, brows raised. “Oh, auntie Dora told me about it after she checked Noah and realized that years of silver and wolfsbane have made him slightly weak. Thank the Goddess, he’s part A****n, and Lycan, so the damage was minimal, and the doctor did say there is no evidence of it in his system. However, I’m a worrywart, so I’m still giving it to him on an evening before we turn in for the night to make him as strong as he can be.” She s

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WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV:

"Sir, that kid said he never saw the Elixir of Immortality!" a shrill voice spoke respectfully in the dimly lit room. By the glow of an oil lamp, one could make out a stern, square-jawed man wearing reading glasses, his eyes fixed on an old, weathered book. "The tomb has already collapsed and sunk deep underground, completely destroyed. And this kid is the most likely person among those who returned alive to have obtained the Elixir of Immortality. His claim that he didn't see it sounds completely fake, no matter how you hear it!"

"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.

He stood, his hollow, soulless eyes sweeping over the endless expanse, taking in the sight of his fallen forces, each bone a testament to his past dominion. His frail form looked fragile, as if a mere gust could scatter him like the dust at his feet, but he was no ordinary being. He was the dark lord himself, not a mere user of magic but its very essence, the embodiment of power that coursed through his withered frame. With a slow, deliberate motion, he bent down, his bony fingers trembling slightly as they scooped up a handful of dry, crumbling dust from the ground. He lifted his hand, his movements precise, and blew the dust into the air, his breath a faint, rasping sound. The breeze caugh