Weasley Family Tree Novels & Stories

The old Alpha of the Glenveil Pack had three brothers, but Wanda's relationship with the other three Potter families was strained. Early in her mating bond with Winslow, Wanda, leveraging her status as Madison's daughter and a royal, had run amok in the Glenveil Pack. Even before becoming Luna, she meddled in the decisions of other Potter family members working in the royal court or government. She mishandled everything, threw the pack into chaos, and spent extravagantly, earning universal disdain. Luna Rowena, already ill, was so enraged she fainted. She later sought treatment from Shaman Digby and, despite her frailty, took charge of the pack's daily affairs.

After careful minutes of thinking, I finally asked a question I had no interest in knowing the answer to. "You said something about the Walker's history being complex, why's that?" I asked. It wasn't as if I didn't know already, I did. A conversation was the only thing that could keep the moodiness away. Nana looked at me and coughed, smiling. I knew in that instance that she liked to talk about this a lot. "You've met the whole family apart from both parents." She began. "From the eldest to the youngest, that is like saying, from Sky to Alex,are the Grace's of Gryffindor. You know, the royal thing."

“The Pearce family is very strange. No one liked Owen since he was a child. Everyone regarded his younger brother as the heir since his birth. “Maybe it was due to everyone's biases, but Owen never liked his younger brother either. Moreover, Owen’s father has been ill recently, and they have been arguing over the topic of the heir. “Now that Owen’s brother is involved in an accident, it doesn’t bode well.” While Neil was driving, Wanda briefly told Helma about the situation of the Pearce family.

Gingerly, she caresses the page, her hand resting on the top where the name THORPE is marked in bold, black lines, and a small crest of interlocked crescent moons trapping a four-pointed star is drawn on either side. "This is my family tree," when she smiles up at me, her eyes flash as she corrects herself and says, "OUR family tree. You are a LeRoux, but you are also a Thorpe, as is Hazel here," she extends her smile to include my newfound cousin as her name, Hazel Sparks, glows brightly on the page, highlighted in light. "As you can see," Araminta points to the illustration, "The branches were once very wide with roots that run very deep. One of the longest lines still living, connecting u

Not even Bruce. Seeing her in this way, I knew what my mom gave me to her best friend, just the fact that she was my sister made me feel sick. I couldn’t imagine the behavior of my other family members in the house. “By the way, you both might know that there is bad news for us.” “Yes, the other two Weasley brothers are also in this. But I can’t understand how the hell DNA of both the sample matched?” I muttered, looking at Iris. Did she have anything to do with it?

"What is it? Ambrose asked when he saw Theodore getting tensed and nervous. "Your granddaughter is about to arrive," Theodore said before adding, "I'm going to bring her and Dotty here." "Ah. The future queen or king is about to arrive." Crystal Cornell spoke with a smile. She was the former werewolf queen and grandmother of Steve Weasley. In fact, she was the one who was going to lead both vampires and werewolves tonight. While Scarlett Wright was going to lead the witches and wizards present there. While Oliver, Owen, and Oscar were going to lead the hunters.

He perplexedly paced back and forth inside the room, pondering the solution for this challenging problem. All of a sudden, Jenson seemed to have thought of something and excitedly said, “Can you tell me the Ares family’s genealogy? I want to know more about the family tree in Great-grandpa’s generation…” Jay gave it a moment’s thought before saying, “Your great-grandfather was married twice before. Boye was his first partner, and she gave the Ares family one child, which is your grandfather. Your great-grandfather’s second wife is the one currently written on the family tree—Lottie Shaw. So other than your Grandpa Jordan, your granduncles were birthed by Great-grandmother Lottie.”

"Seventy-four years old, still living, as far as the records show. She's the granddaughter of Elias's younger son — a branch of the family that split off from your line sometime around 1955, before the patent dispute even began. If the records are accurate, she likely has no idea any of this happened at all. Her branch left before the worst of it, moved out of the industry entirely, and from what I can tell, never kept much connection to whatever remained of Elias's story afterward." Wren sat with the printed family tree for a long time, tracing the branching lines with her finger, feeling the particular strangeness of discovering, on paper, an entire network of blood relations she'd had no

The Vale family tree, documented in the kind of obsessive detail that old noble houses kept for bloodline verification purposes. At the top of the current generation—Year 847's generation—a name he recognized: Oswin Vale, Master Healer. And beside him, a wife: *Mira.* And their children, several of them— And at the bottom, added in different handwriting, smaller and more recent: *Lyra.* With a date of birth and a single notation beside it: *Location: Unknown. Status: Protected.* Someone had added Lyra to the family tree after the fact. After the massacre. Had found this document—or had a copy of it—and added her. Updated it.

“They’d be taken care of. My family would step in.” “Your family. Not you.” “If necessary, yes. But my grandparents, parents, siblings, aunts, and uncles would ensure the child was raised properly.” “Just not by you.” “Just not by me,” he confirmed with a nod. It was no news that the Wrights were a big family. Big in the essence that they had numbers. If I wasn’t mistaken, Zane and Cole had two sisters. I sat back on the couch, processing it. He really meant it. He wanted an heir, not a child. Only a name on a family tree.