Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Zacharias Smith

Sniffling, she made a crying face, holding his shirt, "I am not a witch. I am not a witch…" "You are not. You are a normal person, just like the rest of us. You are no infidel." He whispered, helping her to sit down and relax her mind. "Really?" She asked, wiping her tears. "Yes." He nodded, offering her his hand with a cute smile. Though he had stopped smiling, but for the sake of the kid who had lost her life, he smiled. "I am Zadicus Snyder and he is my brother, Tristan. You?" He asked softly.

Madam Pomfrey quickly extended her hand, and Wharton was done checking her in less than ten seconds, saying flatly, “I’ll prescribe something for her to take for half a month. She’ll be completely healed by then.” “Thank you so much, Dr. Zess,” Zachary thanked him and passed a pen and paper for Wharton to write down the prescription. Kayson furrowed his brows as he spoke up. “Madam Pomfrey can’t take any medication, or it’ll create other issues.” Zachary scowled. “Who are you? How dare you doubt an expert? Get out!” Emma quickly said, “Zachary, he’s my friend, Kayson Yarde.”

Just like a scene from the books. With jet black hair almost dark as night, eyebrows sharp as swords, attractive black dragon eyes which could even tear a soul apart, and a chiselled jaw, totally a perfect walking sculptured figure of a Greek God. Not to forget his towering height of 6'2 when compared to her small frame of 5'2. Much less to say, he was someone young girls would say 'Prince Charming' material. Who dared say no to him!? No one, but Zaria Smith, herself.

Kiara was the first to sense them, and she rose with a hand on her blade, only to relax as she recognized the figures in the dark. “Jacob? Edward?” she called out, and the brothers emerged from the forest trail, their faces drawn with exhaustion but lit by purpose. Behind them walked a familiar figure—Serena’s father—and beside him, a cloaked woman with silver-blonde hair braided down her back. Her eyes, though youthful, held centuries of knowledge. “You’re late,” Alexandro said, but his voice lacked bitterness. Only relief remained. “I had to find her,” the old man said simply, gesturing to the cloaked woman. “This is Ysolde. The witch who cast the forgetting spell on Serena when she was a

I didn’t even bring the bottle that Elias had given me. Zachary Griffith was a tall, lanky brunette about my age. He cast his grey eyes at me for a moment, assessing me in a manner which screamed contempt. I glanced at him before looking away, making sure to keep my expression impassive. However, I was shivering inwardly. Zachary might be a good mage. I hadn’t seen him practise. I should have been more alert. I decided that the only thing I would be doing is to not embarrass myself. Using no power or less power didn’t mean I would just lose to that…that arrogant brat. And yet…

∆NO POV∆ "Strange," Sorin remarked with a grin, glancing sideways at Zachary. "Are you really the Zachary I know? Since when did you start praising your enemies instead of insulting them?" A faint smile appeared on Zachary's face as he looked out the window. "Maybe I learned it from Ezekiel. He never underestimates anyone, no matter how insignificant they seem." Sorin let out a quiet laugh and shook his head in amusement. "I still can't decide whether he's a good influence on you or a terrible one."

"Fine," Zach replied, "though I think they should have cut them up a lot more first. Those scum were trying to kill Susan! Fuck them. I'm sure that they're rotting in the deepest depths of hell and that's too good for them. I'm sure that you're going to be joining them soon, asshole," he said, looking directly at Quinn. "Mr. Gary, please," Judge Crenshaw said. "What did you do next?" Mr. Smithers asked.

A satisfied sigh escape my lips at the aroma that's hits me the moment I step into the magical room. Holy mother of chocolate. "Don't sell off my house before I come back." Xavier says to Jordan who has a apron tied around his waist. The best thing I love about Jordan is that he cooks like a chef from heaven. Serving delicious dishes to is mortal humans. "You can take the day off." Xavier who I haven't noticed before push pass me with a cold breeze. "Wait." I yell, before running to catch up with him. Those long legs of him are really going to get me in trouble one day.

Not for leaving her in the ashes of a broken heart. As the party continued around her, Zachary stood quietly in a corner as his gaze was fixed on her. His presence seemed to fill the space while pulling at her with an intensity she couldn’t shake. A moment later, Gabriel approached him and offered a cigarette. "Oh, I forgot—Dr. Hawthorne doesn’t smoke or drink," Gabriel chuckled, as if it was a joke. "Smoking is injurious to health," Zachary responded, his voice flat as he grabbed the cigarette from Gabriel’s hand and lit it himself. He took a slow drag, his eyes still lingering on Arielle from across the room. "She doesn’t like the smell of tobacco."

Zachary knew that there were two people who were better than Harry, one was Charles and the other was Boyce. However, which one was the oldest of Harry's age. Shen Xi Chuan ranked second, and Charles ranked the smallest. He called her sister-in-law? Zachary didn't understand, but he was afraid to understand. Could it be that Harry and Stacy were watching together? Did he know about Stacy's situation? He didn't want to be deceived by her young appearance. "Boyce, unlock the handcuffs for me." Except for Harry, no one else called him brother.