Hogwarts Legacy Traits Novels & Stories

“They divided it.” Eliane understood. Her arms tightened around Mae. “One child for each trait.” Malric nodded. Luna looked between them. “What traits?” “Dominance, memory, healing, pain, shifting, suppression, fire, instinct, obedience, resistance.” He stopped. There were two symbols remaining. Darius pointed to one. “And those?” Malric stared at them. “I don’t know,” Mae answered. “Love.” Silence filled the room. Luna looked at the child. “What?”

Josephine shook her head, her eyes distanced again, “That wasn’t the name that we knew her by.” “What name is that?” “Charis,” she said, but in a smooth and even slightly accented way. “Beautiful name,” I complimented passively. “Like Aurelia?” she glanced at me, her brow raised before she looked away again. “Charis may not have had a wolf, but based off of legend, whatever she lacked in having her other half, she made up for in strength and certain abilities.” Abilities? “What do you mean by abilities?” “Strength,” Josephine shrugged, “Super strength, speed-things that we are naturally gifted with, but the most intriguing was that she was rumored to have limited mentality.”

Megara whispered between clenched teeth, the napping was turning to ash in her palms. Megara wasn't a sin-eater like me, we'd all received a gift from our accursed bloodline. Yulia could enchant items for protection, Mina sometimes was burdened with visions of the future, Megara had an innate sense for fire, and Lilianna could commune with the dead —which often led to her drug use. Sometimes it was useful for the job, but most of the time, it came with its own severe drawbacks. Like how Megara couldn't get angry or scared. Not unless we wanted another fire on our hands.

Imeela and I both agreed that he would be perfect for our Political Adviser. There were also a Historian, two linguists but had six if we wanted to include a beloved and other family members, one who could pinpoint gifted vampires just like Kade could do with gifted wolves, another who could see how magic affected someone, one who was gifted with technology just like Dahlia was but was not certain how strong their ability was but was assured by Valis that it was extremely impressive, and one who could detect malice within someone and could get glimpses of what it centered on.

Even if my wolf snarled angrily, motivating me to fight, I was too petrified to move a finger. The black-bearded beast leaned over me, his hands stroking my silver hair. "I used to hear a lot of legends about the Seymour family. I heard that the true heir is blessed with resilience and is immune to silver. I was always curious to find out whether those legends are true or not. Are you really immune to silver, my dear?" he asked, locking his eyes on mine. I swallowed hard. My mouth opened slowly. "I'm no—"

“You might have powers that even your mom and I won’t be able to comprehend.” I thought Zayn was just playing around with our son at first, but when I chewed on the idea, it seemed possible that Legacy could have unique powers. He was a hybrid; both a demon and a werewolf at the same time. I was no expert on that, but there had to be some special abilities because of that mix. “Holy sh*t!” Legacy exclaimed, and my eyes widened. He took me by surprise with his use of language. “Oh my god. No, baby. That’s a bad word. Don’t say that again.” I scolded him.

“Your mother and I were Guardians, sworn to protect this legacy at all costs. But there are those who seek to exploit its power for their own sinister purposes.” I feel a chill run down my spine, the weight of responsibility settling heavily on my shoulders. “What do you mean by legacy?” I ask, my voice trembling with uncertainty. My father's gaze softens as he meets mine. “The legacy I speak of is the ability to wield elemental magic–a rare and dangerous gift that courses through our bloodline. Each generation, a chosen few, is born with the power to control the elements, to shape the world around them with a mere thought.”

She’d been working closely for the family since she was a child. The other witches in their family possessed their own skills and abilities but only the daughter of the main house exhibited the strongest capability. It was also well-established that the Legacy will peak at thirteen years old when she will give her most important predictions, create her strongest potion and cast the spell that will protect the family.

"I summoned them not just to restore what was lost, but to awaken what still sleeps in you." I froze. "I'm not a witch." "You think because you rip throats better than you read glyphs, the blood in your veins doesn't hear the old songs?" Dirus stepped closer. "Your mother was a Hollow-born daughter. You've felt the pull your whole life and called it instinct. But it's more. It's magic. It's legacy." I took a step back, fists clenched. "I'm a wolf. I lead with fang and fury, not chants and bone charms. My place is in my pack. At the tavern. With Beta Kael." My voice cracked. "With Zeina."

“But I’m all she’s got.” The vision ended. The book in my hands glowed, waiting. And I sat there—confused, overwhelmed, and more emotionally unstable than a werewolf during PMS. "...She left me homework?" “Technically, a legacy,” Mr. Yellow called from above. “But yeah. Homework.” The ant council peered down from a ceiling crack. “We voted. You’re officially the witch’s heir. Condolences.” I groaned and buried my face in my hands. “I don’t even like magic. I failed basic enchantment theory! I still can’t shift! I eat canned beans and I talk to celery!”