Novel & Cerita Yaxley Harry Potter

“When I was young, I’d hide up here because Jason didn’t know about it. In fact, until about six months ago, I always knew that I was safe up here.” Boy, how much didn’t I want to know the answer to this, but still… “What happened six months ago?” Alex shunted an old collection of Harry Potter books to one side (and no surprises why he’d had to hide stories where the wizard was the hero), and wriggled his hand through to a large blanket box.

The sect master nodded. Hermione Yggdrasil quickly jumped out of the golden cart and made her way into the depths of the Misty Swamp. What she went looking for, naturally, was not the paper dolls but Alex. Although the Reflective Eye had been blurred, it had another effect: marking a target. So even if Alex had the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell in his body, which went against the world’s natural order and could shield him from the Reflective Eye, she could still find his approximate location.

Then, Calithra urgently said, "Harry! Hurry up and bow to the Divine Mother!" At that, Harry quickly dropped to the ground and spoke in a pitiful voice, "O Divine Mother, my parents have been killed by horrible people! Please let my grandma avenge them!" Nyx's voice suddenly became cold and steely. "Peder Sawyer left a long time ago, and he is no longer a Vilemoorian. However, he grew up here, and Vilemoorian blood still flows in his body.

York replies and his eyes glaze over. When they clear again I can see the confusion in his eyes, “Apparently Hartley has been seen lingering around the edges of the castle grounds but he hasn’t entered. His movements are strange and his eyes have a dead stare,” York clenches his fists. “It’s good that I’m back then. Because I have some answers but no explanations. And I’m sure you and our fathers have a lot of questions.” York nods and we enter the trading post. York grabs some clothes from upstairs.

Valerie: Morning sunlight spilled across the terrace, warm and soft against my skin as I stepped outside. The breeze carried the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, the quiet hum of the pack grounds far below. Everything felt calmer now, steadier, like the world had finally exhaled after months of choking tension. “Val.” I turned. Xavier stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes, those steady storm-blue eyes, held something different today. A warmth. A nervousness. A spark I hadn’t seen since the very beginning.

He turned, ready to throw hands, or at least a solid insult, but Harry was already halfway up the stairs to the second floor. “Idiot,” Jaxon muttered, shaking his head. “Absolute lunatic.” Jaxon stormed after Harry, fully prepared to rearrange his face, but the idiot was already halfway down the hallway, headed straight for Daisy, who was standing outside her classroom. “Hey, Daisy!” Jaxon heard him call out. No. Even from a distance, Jaxon could see her eyes widen in alarm. His jaw clenched and his pace quickened. “I am Harry. Remember me? Jaxon’s friend?” Harry said when he reached her.

<< Clark's Mansion>> Xander got out of his bathroom and he was settled to go to bed. His mind suddenly travelled to the incident which took place at school. "Ah shit, why can't I get this off my mind." Liam said angrily, he was interrupted by his elder brother Harry. "Xander, what's up." Harry said hitting his arm. "Nothing bro, just angry." xander said. "What's wrong?" Harrry said. "It's just about this new student in school, that a boy , he is crazy. he is a crossdresser, he ought to be one." xander said.

Katherine whispered, “Darryl, didn’t you mention that you wanted to see the principal? He is the one talking on stage right now, his name is Graham Potter.” Darryl was shocked internally as emotions overwhelmed him. He looked over to Graham. He was a Level Five Martial Marquis, same as Mother Abbess Serendipity! He was only one step away from being a Martial Saint! Darryl gulped. ‘Sh*t, at this stage, I will never have the chance to get him even if I improve myself.’ Graham looked around the field and continued, “Greetings, everyone! I am Graham Potter, the principal of the Hexad School. As you all know, we will hold the Lion Slaughtering Conference right here.”

Harry asked, his voice low but sharp, demanding the truth. Alex swallowed hard, the lump in his throat making each word a struggle. He took a deep breath and recounted everything—the box, Logan’s transformation, the fire, the chaos, and Rafael’s terrifying fury. Every detail, every moment of uncontrolled power, he relayed with care, aware that Harry’s reaction would be crucial. Harry listened silently, his face darkening as each revelation sank in. His fists clenched briefly, a flash of fear and anger crossing his features, then subsiding under his usual calm authority.

Yo guys! Sorry, Andy's not in this one. But I hope you'll like it. Also, don't be confused by the name, "Amanda." One is the mother of Harry, the other is his classmate. – – – – The birds chirped over the window frame, euphoniously. The heatless sun hung delicately in the clear blue sky, while the air smelt nice and cosy. Harry gave himself a big stretch on the bed, with a roar-like yawn. Throwing the blanket off his body, he threw one leg before the other to the ground. He blinked, sequentially, trying to adapt his misty sight to the room.