Hermione/bellatrix Novels & Stories

Tahr She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too. I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.

She comes around the side of my desk so she’s facing me as she lifts herself up to sit on the edge of the large mahogany piece of furniture. “Hello, my love.” She returns my term of endearment with her sweet smile calming my somewhat frazzled nerves. Seriously, fucking vampires? “Yup, fucking vampires.” She says, picking up on my thoughts through our mind link. “How are Amber and Leia?” I ask, hoping our two little daughters aren’t too scared. “They’re fine.” Zella smiles, “they and the other younger pups are making Halloween decorations with some of the omegas. They’re probably covered in glitter at this point.” Ah, glitter. The herpes of the crafting world. Because you can never get rid of

My mind is unstable when it comes to her. I called Althea's father Johnathan, Max, and Orphelia through our mind link before I came down here. "Wake her up" I pointedly looked at Orphelia. She simply nods her head and goes towards the unconscious girl. she takes some saltwater through it on the girl, which makes her scream with pain, and her eyes slowly open. Orphelia don't even bat an eyelash. All the shifters who train to be a royal guard should be tough. Men and women should be ready to deal with situations like these.

Asked Professor Raevers. Seb quickly raised his slate. [I am!] “Sebastian Revious.” Professor Raevers called him, “Are you here for another level assessment?” [Yes, ma’am] Seb replied with a nod. [May I take another one?] The head of Charms sighed, “If you insist...” She went to the table and took out the box containing the bell tree leaves. “You know the drill.” [Thank you.] said the slate. Seb was about to touch the red bell when Professor Raevers interrupted him.