Veela Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Violet “Is that you-know-who?” I lowered my voice to a whisper even though he most likely could hear our every word, down to the ragged breaths I let out. “Voldemort?” Olive replied instantly, but this time her sense of humor wasn’t a comfort, not when Hael had gone out of his way to threaten me against coming here. “No, much worse.” “Does he look angry?” I couldn’t help but ask, scolding both Lacey and me for the shiver of glee that tickled my spine from the thought.

The children in the line gasps, and the chest snaps open. In the chest on a velvet pillow lies a sharp sapphire, and the Headmistress announces. "A sapphire. Apt for a telekinetic." The witches gathered burst into a cheer and clap loudly as the little girl grins, clutching the sapphire. "She'll get that in the necklace form before she starts class," Leita states. "Her aspect belongs to the paranormal category like Matron Aldar's does." “This all looks very Harry Potter-esque.” I muse. Ophelia hears this and shoots me a dirty look. “Do not speak the name of that book in my presence, I beg you.”

However, Harry looked down at me from above with cold eyes. “Hailey Rane, I think you’re quite useless. Don’t you know how to put on a good show? Since you like slacking off so much, then you can just stay with the crocodiles.”

“Changes nothing.” I withheld a growl of frustration. She didn’t need an outburst from me right now. I took my phone out and called the wizard. “Yellow,” Alik answered. “I need magical advice,” I told him. “Of course you do,” he muttered. “What can I do for you?” he asked louder. “Elaeya has frequent powerful headaches since the Other’s attack. She says it’s not medical in nature.” “Huh?” he thought for a few seconds.

Jacob rose inside me, fur bristling, ready to tear apart whatever dared step forward. “Inside,” George barked to the warriors. No one moved. Because the voice came again. “Viola Brielle…” It spoke her full name. The ground vibrated. Elder Harry stepped beside us, his expression grim but steady. “This is spellbound calling.” Viola’s eyes never left the gate. “Who would dare?” Harry did not answer. Because we all knew one name that could. Edward. The thought hit like a blade through bone. My jaw tightened.

So, once every week, we delve back into life at Hogwarts and the adventures it holds. Samuel is the first to fall asleep, twitching occasionally as I continue to read. Lord Voldemort is back, and Harry sees it, but the Ministry of Magic doesn't believe everything Harry tells them. Their goal is to keep everyone calm. What will he do? "Laila," I whisper, placing the book on my chest, "please stop squirming." She looks up at me, but her eyes stare like she's miles away. "Honey!" I sit up, taking her by the cheeks, "what's wrong?"

Harriet stroked both of her ears, mumbling tiredly, “Come on... why this again...?” Harriet spread her . She muffled all noises from the Castle and its surrounding completely. After that, she spoke for them to listen. “This is me, Harriet Goldlane. Queen Lela Sclera, don’t tell me you forgot I am supposed to come today...” Harriet said. Ezekiel, who felt his ears ringing, squinted his eyes. “Oh, it’s the persistent, Cursed Unicorn Heir...” another voice, which now sounded manly and calm, was heard.

Talking about the full moon festival. Elara slurred her words, joking about wanting to bite someone. I giggled. Tessa watched me, eyes calculating. The Mirror zoomed in on her hand—stirring the mead. Something shimmered. Powder. Magic. Maybe a sedative. My stomach dropped. “Oh my gods…” Elara whispered, pale as death. “Tessa?” I croaked. “Why would you—” The Mirror jumped. Tessa noticing Viera leaving the hall. Following her. Grabbing a hood. Approaching the kitchen like a shadow.

Vee Hale waited in the shadows of the abandoned warehouse like a ghost from their darkest nightmares, her once-perfect appearance now shattered by bruises and fear. Elara’s heart pounded as they approached her, the air thick with the smell of rust and betrayal. Vee held up a flash drive with trembling fingers, her voice barely above a whisper. “This proves everything. The real killer. The one pulling all the strings.” The promise in her words felt like a lifeline and a trap at the same time, making Elara’s stomach twist violently.

I nodded slowly. “Thornveil construct. Outer access archives. Elegant. Precise work.” “Maelin.” The name stuck in my throat like dry mud. She knit her brow together. “She’s a containment specialist.” I explained quietly, “A witch who studies under Coven Thornveil. If her magic is that close to the archive walls without triggering an alarm, they’re waiting. Planning.” “To cage me?” Evelina asked softly. “To cage me,” I murmured. Lower now, “And anyone who dares come near me.”