Hermione Gryffindor Novels & Stories

I budged but it didn't do anything. "You are not going there without a plan. We don't even know what she looks like." He said. He does have a point, going there without a plan is suicide. "You don't need to do this." The young boy said. "Kid, the princess of the clan is as important as an elder. The princess keeps the balance of each clan, you guys need her." Zale explained. Zale is smart, good-looking, a little bit innocent, and is kind. Thank goodness he is like this because I have no patience to explain these kinds of things. He is also explaining to the children that I am in a bad mood because of the story they told us. "Anyways, do you kids know what she looks like? Or what her name is?

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It was selfish greed for power, passed down to one after another like an heirloom. Primitivo was the youngest prince of the O' Cleirigh Family of the Maharlikan Pack, the Ancient First Family in Agartha, and the only one remaining alive from the O' Cleirigh clan. Two decades ago, after his brother, the last of his family, died before his eyes, he began his search for his Luna.

“Longer, miss. I’ve worked here as his housekeeper for the last five years. I’ll get you water!” “Oh, what’s your name?” I asked, liking her chatty nature. I could make friends with her and get to know a lot about my captor! “Stella Hawkes! I know you’re Hermione Averoff!” I gasped at the way she pronounced my full name. I hated it. “Please call me Hera. I hate my full name!” “Why? It’s so exotic, a symbol of intelligence in our era! Hermione was the daughter of the Greek messenger God, Hermes. I’m sure you know that already!”

{HERMIONE} Just a step forward and I hear a weird uproar from the crowd. It doesn’t sound like a happy cheer. It sounds like they just saw something terrifying, but everybody is weirdly staring right at me and I don’t understand. My stomach starts burning hot. What exactly is wrong? “Hermione!” Zara’s tiny hiss comes from beside me and I turn to look at her. But before my gaze can land on Zara, it lands on someone else.

She would protect the world she had helped to build. No matter what the old magic threw at her, she would not break. She was Elif Demir. She was the half-blood's hope. And she was just getting started.

Saw Isolde's small, triumphant smile. "—Isolde Ravenclaw." The world stopped.

she most certainly had to recall that memory. She nodded her head, "yes, a wilted daffodil. You told me it was from a gentleman who snuck in backstage, I do recall that. Oh my, was that Sébastien Harrington?" she asked me and I nodded my head with such energy, my neck hurt but I did not let it deter me.

Her emotions overcoming her as she stood, staring into nothing. Murmurs had broken out around her as the wolves came to terms with what they had seen but she ignored them all. She turned from her past, her pain and walked back towards the alter through the water. She pulled the diadem from the crown of her head as she walked, her hair protesting as she pulled it out of place. Small waves formed from her strong movements as she strode from the water and dropped the diadem to the wet ground. Not caring for its delicate nature. Leonidas tried to grab her attention as she walked towards him but she ignored his words and motioned for Adam, who stood waiting, watching, and motioned for him to foll

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.