Sirius/hermione Novels & Stories

Arnoux sighed then looked at the girl. "So, do you need help?" Alexis asked. "Just help me to meet her." Zylo answered. Alexis stood up the went towards the girl. "Hello, miss..." The girl looked at her and smiled. Alexis sat down beside the girl. "I'm Alexis Ophelia De Luca and you are...?" "I'm Lerentia Sirius. Nice to meet you too, Alexis." They shook hands. "I know that this kinda weird but, may I know if you have a boyfriend?" Alexis asked.

Serena fell silent. “Serena, can you hear my voice? Serena, you are safe. Remember, nothing can harm you as you relive these memories.” Serena abruptly started talking again. “I will not, cannot give you my gift of regeneration.” She paused, as though listening to someone else speak. “I am Sirona, Goddess of Healing, I cannot die. I am immortal.” Another pause. “I choose death, and when my soul returns, I shall have my life renewed while yours rots in the ground with maggots feasting on your flesh! Ahh!”

Hermione tends to go off track whenever she has a confrontation with her mother. I've witnessed two instances where Hermione lost her temper after confronting her mother. The first time, she drove recklessly, causing me concern as I trailed her. The second time, I was the target of her aggression, until she eventually came to terms with her reality and found the courage to stand up to her mother. Given her history with Mrs. Pierce's overbearing nature, Hermione strikes me as a resilient individual. Many would have been broken by her mother's behavior, which tends to dominate and disregard Hermione's decisions.

Her eyes glued to the person walking past her. Sirius?

“Longer, miss. I’ve worked here as his housekeeper for the last five years. I’ll get you water!” “Oh, what’s your name?” I asked, liking her chatty nature. I could make friends with her and get to know a lot about my captor! “Stella Hawkes! I know you’re Hermione Averoff!” I gasped at the way she pronounced my full name. I hated it. “Please call me Hera. I hate my full name!” “Why? It’s so exotic, a symbol of intelligence in our era! Hermione was the daughter of the Greek messenger God, Hermes. I’m sure you know that already!”

She didn't draw her face either when she drew herself on the walls having sex with the man. "Sapphire, I have to read this to you," Scarlette said seriously. "The owner of this book had a friend who is addressed as Witch in this diary and she fell in love with a man called Sirius. They were madly in love but the owner of this book was envious and wanted Sirius for herself. She hated her friend and she's a granddaughter of Selene, a goddess," "Fuck," the picture dropped from my hand. A goddess curse? Is that why the curse is so strong?

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.

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

Theodore questioned, and immediately Liara’s eyes widened when she realized who could help her in this situation. “I know who can answer this question. Why didn’t I think about her before?” With this, she quickly stood up to wear some decent clothes. She threw a polo t-shirt at Theodore, who wore it without questioning her as long as she was taking him with her. “We are going to meet one of my family members. I mean, she is Steve’s cousin. So, we are not really related.” “Okay. But who is she?” Theodore asked. “I have to visit Scarlett Hecate Wright,” Liara told her ring. “She is one of the strongest witches in the whole world; also, she is the reincarnation of the first witch of the world.”

I shook in fear as she stalked closer to me. Saoirse stood by my side, her presence a comforting anchor amidst the brewing storm. She moved forward, her voice composed but commanding, sensing the tension. "Apologies, goddess haiti." Saoirse's words pierced the stillness like a blade as they hung in the air. Goddess Haiti's eyes wavered, melting into uncertainty as they passed between you and Saoirse. Her hair was fiery orange, and her eyes were auburn. I could guess she was also a goddess of the sun.