Hogwarts Legacy: Weasley Novels & Stories

Third pov "Look Kova, Quidditch ground model" Vanessa screamed jumping like a little kid while looking at the Quidditch model in front of her. "Clam down nessa" Kova gently murmured to Vanessa who was not listening at all. Vanessa and Kova were wandering around in the harry potter mini-museum that lead the Potterhead to the main theatre where the show was about to be held in 20 minutes, the mini-museum was a surprise for all of them who were about to see the show. Vanessa was excited as hell, looking at the model, the poster, and all to which some people were giving weird looks, some was murmuring CUTE to Vanessa who was thrilled like a kid, kova was a little embarrassed

He looked Bored. "Ah, she’s seen the ceiling," the father said into his headset. "Increase the 'Despair-Coefficient' by 40% and initiate the Replacement-Alpha." From the shadows of the boardroom, a new figure stepped into the light. It was a young girl, no older than ten, holding a hockey stick made of Glass and Blood. "Hello, Elara," the girl said, her voice sounding like a million versions of Elara’s own childhood. "I’m the Update. And you... are the Legacy-Waste."

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.

Remember running away from the wedding is not the end of it, you still have so much to do if you really want to reclaim your Father's legacy, your legacy" " Hmmph" I breathed heavily into the phone, it was as if someone slapped me back to reality. I needed that "Stay with Mr McQueen and try to get him to marry you. He is the only chance you have, be brave. I mean it's even better now that he already knows everything and still helped, It means that even if he doesn't marry you he can still help out in some way, don't let yourself loose this opportunity" " You are right" " Good luck don't worry about me I will be here when you return" " Ok I will call you when I can"

His head rolled to the side, his eyes wide in shock, unseeing. My heart shattered as the witch stepped back, her task complete. Simon’s decapitated body lay still, a gruesome sight that filled the room with an unbearable silence. Beth, who was spellbound to the wall beside me, broke down in tears, her sobs echoing through the room. She couldn’t move, couldn’t even wipe away the tears that flowed freely down her face. Her whole body trembled, the weight of the scene crashing over her. She couldn’t look away from the horror before her. None of us could.

Sama Arthur, her body trembling with the power she had just witnessed, fell to the floor, her mind racing with knowledge. "What was that?" Crayons Arthur stammered, his tone laced with a profound sense of awe and fear. "What did you see?" "I saw the truth," she said to me, her voice a shattered whisper. "I saw my mother. I saw her magic. She was a Weaver, Crayons Arthur. She was a Weaver of souls. And this relic. this relic is a key to her power. A key to her legacy." She looked at the relic again, her eyes fixed on the dark, fiery light. She looked at it now, not as a relic, but as a key. A key to freeing Dean Wason. A key to unraveling the Weaver's thread. A key to restoring their lives.

The casting Unspeakable started to cast a very specific diagnostic. *groan* "Really?" "Really." "Gibbers?" He asked the casting Unspeakable. The cloaked man finished his spell and directed his cloaked face to his superior. "Affirmative for Horcrux." "Bloody Hell. Who is the kid?" The gloved Unspeakable, Buzzer, went to one of the books still on top of the bed and opened it, reading the name written on the front cover's back out loud. "Ginny Weasley."

He said -" I can help you, as I am a part of the Legacy" I asked keeping a straight face-" How did you become a salve?" He chuckled sadly while answering-" Well I am a half-born Wizard Slave." I frowned and asked-" What is that?" He looked at me with a serious look and grabbed my hands before dragging me towards the forest. I asked-" Felix? where are we going?"

He was handing me a sword and asking me to fight beside him. For some reason, fear gripped my soul. I wanted to walk away. I wanted to tell him to burn in the Legacy he wanted to resurrect. But I didn’t. Because part of me was still that girl who needed answers. Still that girl who hadn’t forgotten what he did at the party. Still that girl who had everything ripped away in one night- the betrayal, the lies, the kiss, the fire. Still that girl who watched her ex-boyfriend make out with another man and tried to drown her heartbreak in a drink she didn’t realize had been spiked.

"I saw the photos. What were they from?" "Her birthday party," Laila replied. "Everyone dressed up. She insisted. Said it wasn't a real party unless everyone committed fully." Jordan let out a quiet laugh and moved toward the counter, grabbing a bottle of water and handing it to her like it was second nature. "What about Halloween this year?" "Hogwarts students," Laila said, pulling out her phone. "Group costume with her friends. They argued for weeks about houses." Jordan chuckled as she showed him the picture. "Gryffindor. Of course she is."