Hermione Severus Novels & Stories

said Mar, "We from the military division look up to her for she chose to be a soldier rather than a magus. Her contribution to elemental weapon technology was praised by all, and her valor on the battlefield is second to none. She was one of only 3 people in history able to use all 9 elements in harmony. " "Yes, my cousin Louise, known as Hermione to those closest to her. We also knew that she was with child by the end of the revolt." Agate looked sadly at the bathroom door. "She was betrayed by the person she trusted the most, that is why after the battle, she just disappeared without a trace. It was years later when one from our small circle received a letter from her, saying she was livin

His anger boomed sending a shiver down to my spine once again. "She didn't do anything wrong then why are you treating her like this? And remember one more thing she is not your slave. She is a student like you. If you are going to treat her like this, you will learn your position." Harry warned like he is my mentor but I know him very well that he is not less than the heartless fellow. They both held eye stares like they are conducting the game and very adamant to defeat the opponent. If I was not trapped between these two monsters, I would have bought some popcorn and watch them fighting over.

And King Galen isn't much different. I'm going to ask her to explain when there's a quick knock on the door. It opens a few moments later, and an elderly woman glances inside. Her face is lined with wrinkles that come from frowning too much, and her blonde hair is full of grey strands. Her slate-grey eyes locate mine, and as she fixes her stare on me, a shudder runs up my spine. We just look at each other for a little while. She then grinned. "Miss. Agnarys, you're here. Good. My name is Greta, and I am the Head Maid." She beckons as she moves outside. "Come, child, follow me. Miss Greenwood will finish packing away your stuff while you're gone."

“He’s Elder Quint?” The sect master was stunned, completely dumbfounded, and unclear. “Yes.” Hermione Yggdrasil was Elder Quint’s disciple, and she was still familiar with her own master. She had quickly determined that the incomplete corpse in front of her was her master. Hermione did not harbor much sadness when faced with the death of her master.

he whispered “This is exactly what I’ll do to that baby was it’s born and I get my hands on the filthy thing” ~~~ Far away from the forest, in a dark room, Hermoine stood alone. Her eyes were locked on a large monitor in front of her, showing a live feed of the feast. She had found a way to hack into the pack’s hidden cameras. She watched Elena smile. She watched Salvatore lean close to her. Hermoine’s hands clenched into fists. “I should’ve been Luna,” she whispered. “That should’ve been me.” Her chest burned with hate. She grabbed a glass bottle beside her and smashed it against the floor. Then another. Then another.

"Come on in." The door opened and he saw his Deputy-Headmistress enter his office. Her face didn't look good. Well, at least for him it didn't look good. After more than 40 years working together as his right hand woman, he could say that he could differentiate the faces of Minerva McGonagall, Deputy-Headmistress of Hogwarts School, Head of Gryffindor House and Transfiguration Mistress of the castle. "Albus, what is the meaning of this unscheduled feast today?"

Sadiqah asked her and her friend sighed. “We are not talking about me but you.” She said to her friend. “She might be the one behind it all.” She said again. “I don’t think so , she is very knowledgeable ooo., Do you know she is an Hafidha?” Sadiqah told her friend …

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

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 hair was lank and lusterless, falling around her like strings of rotting straw. A cauldron bubbled slowly in the corner, leaving off the most infernal and rancid vapors. Bits of frogs’ legs, bat wings and eyes of newt were scattered around the floor of the cave. Her lupine eyes, savage and cunning, only came to life when she muttered certain arcane words from a spell. They perched above her hawkish and hooked nose. From it sprang the most preposterous wart. It was at least the size of a saucer. It would have been funny if the scene wasn’t so Stoker-esque.