Is Voldemort In Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

On to the ridge where the aroma of magic intensified. My blood was swollen by the things we found there. In the clearing, a circle of black fire lit up without any sound. A hooded person whispered words while running on the ground caused the air to shake. The incident occurred inside. Zaelah snarled. “Who are you?”. I observed the crimson hue of eyes as the figure lifted his head. Hissed, "Your father's legacy doesn't come to a peaceful conclusion," he stated, instead starting with uttering "I curse.

"Then from behind me, I heard a voice. I became so afraid because I knew it was a rogue. Turning, my guess was right. He had green eyes and he was really pale looking," "A descendant of Voldemort," Kayla gasped. "I thought they were cursed?" Melodie whispered. "They were locked up somewhere and cursed not to roam the earth again. Are you sure he had green eyes?" Heyli nodded. "Rogues have green eyes," Kayla shook her head. "No, cursed vampires from the Voldemort family do." "Was he the one who infected you?"

They stopped at a big hall which had a deadly aura as the men pushed the teenagers inside the dark hall "Well,well,well and who do we have here?Hello Summer or should I call you Niece? . . . . . "Do you know my dad?" Summer asked staring at the strange man "Of course yes infact we were brothers" Lord Voldemort said as he finally came down from his throne revealing his handsome but evil face "Really,so you knew Mr Jerald?" Dorian asked as the man cold gaze fell on him

Even the enchanted instruments tucked themselves away into shadow, as though they, too, were listening. Spell legacies were rare. Complete ones? Practically mythical. Families fought and bled to retain them. Some were handed down in fragments, scraps of spellcraft guarded like treasure. But a complete legacy? For me? I barely registered the whispers sweeping the crowd. “…he’s a first-year…” “…how’s that even possible?” “…wasn’t he a commoner? A hybrid?” But louder than all of them was the high, sharp, strangled inhale from somewhere to my left.

“She protected the laws of werewolves bloodlines. And Her child. The bond you praise—the Lycan Prince given a vow, broke first.” But Ivora was already trembling, consumed by the thought of her legacy unraveling thread by sacred thread. “I don't care. That nuisance is to be punished and she be dragged by hair to answer for what she’s done,” the Queen growled. “Whether before the Moon or the blade.”

Every inch of him screamed challenge, and I knew the second our eyes met that he still thought I’d gone soft coming here. Let him think it. The room went silent when Professor Veyra Aldane swept in. Same dark silk cloak. Same crimson-trimmed sleeves. Same terrifying calm in her gaze. “Legacy is the sharpest weapon a bloodline can wield,” she began, her voice carrying effortlessly through the hall. “But also the most fragile. Entire clans have fallen not by sword or spell, but by forgetting where they came from.” Her eyes flicked to me. Brief. Surgical. I forced myself not to clench my jaw.

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.

I muttered as I smiled while I watch his own smile fade away. “Dumbledore Voldemort?? Supreme Alpha of the North territories??” He flustered as I could hear his heart beat so outrageously. “Yeah, him!!”

"You've always wondered why my so-called poor father managed to leave me that old villa, haven't you?" Wallace's pupils shrank. That had always eaten away at him. My real father, Will Hampton, had been a legend in business until his untimely death. Olivia stole everything he left behind and told everyone he'd been a broke scholar, while I was just a penniless kid from the countryside. Only that old villa was still in my name. She thought it was worthless. But later, when the land got marked for redevelopment, she regretted it deeply.

Gazing into his molten chocolate eyes, we slowly started to move in sync as the song played in the background at an acceptable volume level, falling into a comfortable and peaceful silence as I let him hold me and guide me, thoroughly enjoying the moment. Letting my gaze fall to his cherry red lips and that fake blood that trailed towards his chin I couldn't help but let my mind picture those sharp canines that hid beneath them, casually thinking about a fun fact. "Hey, isn't that kinda ironic?" I suddenly said, earning myself a confused frown. "You know, the fact that you're actually the opposite and all that-" "Wait, do vampires even exist? I mean, are they actually real, considering the f