Victoire Harry Potter Novels & Stories

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

A way to spend time whenever she had nothing better to do. The people in the Vault knew her as Red: the fighter who was reigned the champion. Fighters also knew of her identity as the assassin, both her aliases for the fighting ring and as an assassin were, after all, the same. When Bella heard of a new champion being crown while she was away, she couldn't help but see who it was, also feeling the need to know why they named someone the new best without having to fight the former. The brunette walked towards one of the people who managed the fights, pulling her hood down before catching his attention.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

'This is where posh kids go? 'It's fuckin' Harry Potter,' Jade said, staring up at the buildings. 'Actual bloody Hogwarts.' Spotted Victoria's Range Rover straight away. She was standing with other mums. All dressed the same. Posh, fitted blouses, pearls, sheer black tights, expensive shoes. Alexander was with them. Tall for his age, same blonde hair as his mum. School blazer, proper oldie tie. 'That's him?' Mason asked. 'Yeah, recognise him from the football game.'

said Ava in a taunting tone. " That's not the point, girls shouldn't travel alone. They should always be in packs or at least a duo. " countered Ava. "What the hell do you mean? " asked Mandy, sounding stunned. "Haven't you watched or read Harry Potter Mandy?" inquired Tori. "How is that related? " asked Mandy. " Hermione Granger went to the library alone and got stupefied," said Ava. "Katie bell went to the restroom alone and got cursed," added Tori.

"Cade, I wanted to know, how did you know about the potion Damien was about to use" "Oh, I ran into Victoria on your birthday and she spilled some of the drink on my hand, once I figured out the scent, I took the help of a old white witch to help with a counter potion, and I had the guys feeding it to you in your punch", "Smart thank you, I owe you, but what did it cost thou", "You have to give her a drop of your blood, and well I thought it would be good if you speak to her before we leave to challenge the council",

Nobody knows. It was a very hard time, we were at war. Me, Harry, Hermione, Ron and the whole Hogwarts. At war with the one who's name should not be taken. I will though because "Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." Voldemort with his wicked army , stood infront of us. We all were on the battlefield with our wands and brooms ; flying in the air , casting spells on each other. The sky was painted metallic and lighting bolted every ten seconds. We fought until we made the Dark Lord vulnerable and then I stepped forward and swished my wand. "Avada Kedavara!", I spelled out; and the light escaped my wand. It struck him and he collapsed. "Now you are a nobody knows!" (No body

Because Tremaine— And so I said it. To her face, I said it. That Tremaine, queen of Canmore, was no queen at all but a witch. That she kept a dragon, that she obeyed a mistress in a mirror. That what I carried was not treachery but warning. The Queen’s eyes betrayed her first, widening with something too sharp to be disbelief. Recognition. Fear. She looked not only at me, but inward, sifting through memory. For a breath, I thought I had broken her composure. For a breath, I believed she would help.

It was unfair to the witches, she always said, and she claimed she wasn't scared of them, yet seeing one standing many feet away from her didn't do her any good; she didn't like it. “I won't hurt you; usually I don't hurt people; however, it is my brother's expertise,Victor .” Hayle, hearing the name Victor, knew something was off. She gathered herself off the ground, stood hastily, and was sure to keep an arm's length of distance between herself and the odd woman who stood before her.

"I don't believe I have had the delight of an introduction," Harry says, not blinking his midnight eyes. Ariadne takes ahold of Victor's arm, a frown forming on her face. "I'm Ariadne." "You're the most beautiful Omega I've ever seen," Harry says, which has the hairs on Victor's forearms raised. "The outside is a lot prettier than the inside," Ariadne responds after a tense beat. Victor growls, a territorial snarl that he, himself, is surprised by.