Harry Potter Susan Bones Novels & Stories

He couldn't see clearly because of the mud. "The place was dangerous when we came here a few years ago, but we haven't found it as mysterious as it is now," Rose said in a frustrated voice. She did not want their failure to happen at this moment because that significant time was coming soon and before that happened they have to make some arrangements for Elsa. As her thoughts wandered, She felt Arthur's grip lessen on her shoulder, so she turned her face to Arthur, and saw Arthur's eyes staring at something on the ground, with scowling brows. She followed Arthur's gaze and saw a wooden garland on the ground wrapped around the skeleton's hand, which she had not noticed before. "Arthur," Rose

“I’d have gone with deluded detective, but look at the muscles on him…” Siobhanny spun furiously away from them, shrinking down into a tousled haired teenager in robes who adjusted his glbuttes. Harry Potter slunk go to me with the sexiness of a lap dancer. I pointed at Siobhanny, when I backed away. “Now I know you’re screwing with me.”

"How would you suspect me when you were all so busy chasing shadows? You were too preoccupied blaming Alexander and Yvonne for the horrific deaths of the witches. Trust me, I enjoyed every bit of the murder." **Flashback...** Anne vividly remembered the day she lured Susan into the restroom with her dark powers. The memory of how she manipulated Susan, leading her to her doom, played out in her mind like a sinister movie. As Susan stepped into the restroom, Anne was waiting, her eyes gleaming with malevolence. Without a moment's hesitation, she struck, killing Susan in cold blood, reveling in the sheer power she wielded.

Rose’s Point of View: I could see the deep hatred in Vincent’s eyes. I knew that no matter how much I tried to comfort him, I wouldn’t succeed. So, I stayed quiet and kept digging up the buried bones. As the hours passed, the pile of bones on the ground grew. When I was sure I had uncovered them all, I looked at them. A heavy sadness filled my heart. The black wizards were truly mad. They didn’t even hesitate to kill women and children for their selfish goals.

answered a deep, insolent voice. Sasha entered with his usual lazy gait, carrying a bag with sweets and a thick book with a dark cover. “I brought raspberry pie. And this one…” He raised the book. “Protection runes for impulsive witches.” “Is that a hint?” Susan arched an eyebrow. “It’s a confession that you almost died, and that I would hate to lose the only witch who isn’t afraid to curse me out.” Susan smiled sideways. But the mood changed quickly. Sasha got closer, his amber eyes fixing on her.

Chapter 8: Midnight Inquiries "Step away from the desk," a crisp, low voice cut through the chemical haze of the ruined suite before either boy could draw a breath. Zeyric spun around, his wand half-raised, only to lower it as Professor Starwyn stepped out from the shadows of the adjoining alcove, her heavy velvet robes entirely unstained by the falling white foam. Her dark eyes swept over the shattered windowpanes, the scorched floorboards, and finally landed on the raw, open link pulsing faintly between the two apprentices.

“I’m a level-headed person, madam. You must be mistaken.” She didn’t buy my poppycock and stretched her hand for a formal introduction. “Susan William. I’m also from lycan’s pack.” Was Susan a Carver’s pack member? Blimey! It would be rude to shoo her away, so I entertained her with a polite smile and grabbed her hand. “I’m Helena Hensley. Nice to see you, Susan.” Although I was expecting her extreme body temperature like Carver, she was normal. However, a chill ran down my spine, as if a bucket of cold water poured over me.

And then I hear Siobhan go unusually quiet behind me and I turn to see why. Seraphina is at the top of the stairs. Black dress. Dark hair down. She descends without holding the railing — never needs to hold on, I noticed that last time too, she's never off balance and there's a moment, just a moment, where Siobhan leans slightly toward me and says under her breath: "Oh. You are going to have your hands absolutely full." "Siobhan."

Iron chains and torture devices hung on the walls. My wrists and ankles were shackled in icy chains. The chill bit deep into my bones, cutting my skin and drawing blood. At that moment, Sophia walked in with a small bag of purple wolfsbane powder. Her lips twisted into a cruel grin as she said, "Last chance. Sever the mate bond and leave the Shadow pack." Having said that, she scattered the powder over my wounds. Pain tore through me, and I screamed, my mouth tasting of blood. "Never!" I spat blood on her face. "Even if I rot here and turn to ash, I'll never let you have your way!"

blonde wood, with an emerald green canopy draped over it. The room screamed royalty. All of the furniture matched the blonde colored wood of the bed. There was a huge armoir on one wall, a vanity with a large ornate mirror behind it, once beautiful rugs adorning the stone floor, and a beautiful chandelier made of what I could only assume was crystal in the center of the ceiling. I walked over to my mother's vanity, and ran my finger over a thick layer of dust. I gasped as the room seemed to spring back to life. "Princess, the castle recognizes your blood signature. It's coming back to life." Gideon told me. I stared at him with wide eyes as the room returned to it's pre-dilapitated state. "