Hogwarts Legacy: Weasley Novels & Stories

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."

Lily asked. “Like Voldemort, he put pieces of his soul into objects so he could live forever. Evil fucking bastard, with his snake head.” Cyrus explained. “So, you’re actually turning Lily’s beautiful story into a kid’s story about a wizzard villain?” His mate April asked, rolling her eyes at her Cyrus. We all laughed. Cyrus always had a movie or song lyric to quote to explain a situation. “It’s not like Harry Potter. You can’t resurrect us using our grandkids.” I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide.

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.

It was always her who looked after Jason. Suddenly my phone started ringing. So I picked it up to see a private number. “What happened?” Nathaniel asked when he found me looking at the screen not receiving the call. “It's a private number,” I told him. “Receive it and keep it on loudspeaker.” I did what he told me to do. “Hello, ex Luna Angelica.” My whole body trembled with terror at the voice. Because I knew that voice very well. Vasileios Weasley, Alpha King's Son. His voice always haunts me like nightmares.

Suzan was gone. But the witch wasn’t finished with us yet.

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 scoffed inwardly. As a candidate for the position of Deputy Director, I would not allow such a situation to occur. Upon seeing me, Veronica let out a startled cry and leaped from the table. "Dr. Weasley, save me, I was forced into this," she pleaded, rushing to my side with a pitiful expression, clutching my arm. "Dr. Weasley, you must stand up for me." Dr. McCartney, on the other hand, remained calm.