White Swan Patronus Novels & Stories

The clouds part further, and a beam of pure silver light falls directly on the swan. And she changes again. The white of her feathers begins to blush. A soft, delicate pink spreads across her wings, her body, her neck. It deepens, becoming richer, more vibrant. She glows in the moonlight, a creature of impossible, breathtaking beauty. A pink swan. I gasp. The sound is torn from my throat. Raymond's hand clamps down on my shoulder. "Alec. Alec! Is that..." "A Royal," I breathe. "The Rosethorn line. They said they were all lost. At the Lake of Tears. But she's..."

Director Bones then starts talking. "What is your name?" "Peter Pettigrew." "Date of birth?" "May 12th of 1960." "Truth serum is confirmed to be working. Wizard in custody identified as Peter Pettigrew." She gives a small pause and continues to question. "Are you an animagus?" "Yes." "Are you a registered animagus?" "No." "What were you doing in the 2nd year male dormitory of Gryffindor's tower?" "I was hiding as a pet rat."

If I hadn't had my mate, my pup, and Gertrude, I would truly feel alone. "Hey! I know you're hurting right now, but I have to be with my mate," Swan said, grabbing my hand. "I know, and I do not blame you at all. I'm nervous they will catch you, or someone here could be spying," I said, looking around. "What are they going to tell them? They are looking for a she-wolf named Mckenna. You are Lizbeth Sterling, and I am Sage Blaketon," she chuckled at the sounds of our alias'. "Right," I giggled. We gazed back at our mates in awe before parting ways or tired to go our separate ways.