Harry Potter And The Philosopher Book Novels & Stories

Hm… might have to have a good long think on that one. Lena closed the book after finishing up the entry and put it back into its place in her desk drawer. She tugged the band out of her shoulder length brown hair, running her fingers through it. The young woman then moved over to her bed where on the nightstand, was a very worn copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. She got comfortable on her bed, picked up the book and started to read. She got through about 10 pages before there was a knock on her door. "Come in!" Lena called. She glanced at the door when it opened and fellow sorority sister, Casey Grant, walked in.

"You're not guarding anything. You're stealing power from half-bloods." "I'm preserving it." He descended from the dais, his frail form moving with an unsettling grace as he walked towards me. "The half-bloods are born with power they cannot control. Power that drives them mad. Power that destroys everything they love. I take that power. I give them peace." "You give them death." "I give them purpose." He stopped directly in front of me, his white eyes boring into mine. "And soon, Elif Demir, I will give you purpose too."

Mr Collins instructs after he's finished his angry typing. “Reading what?” I ask. “That,” he points to a book that's on the couch where Theo had been sitting moments before. “What the…” I start to ask, then shake my head, “Right away, Professor Dumbledor,” I snark, picking up the book as he leaves the office. The book looks like a modern school textbook, but the title, ‘The Spark’ has me turning to the first page eagerly to finally get some freaking answers!

It is hard to chew it as I try my best to smile innocently at Sky who sighs and pokes my full cheeks, commenting that I look like a chipmunk. “Option one from about two hundred and fifty years ago, the Harry Potter Series.” Lia chimes in, motioning the pile of seven movie sitting on the edge of the coffee table. I laugh, watching as Lia begins to take the first movie – Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone. I movie full of magic and a revolution at the end. Seems fitting to what I am dealing with right now. “What the other option?” Sky asks, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pressing a kiss on my forehead.

“Now, now, now, let’s play the game.” Dropping the book as it places open onto the floor. The brilliant and distinct ruby red color picture of somewhat like a crystal is shown. A crystal you might think at first glance and might tell that it is one precious stone anyone would want to have for themselves, but in reality, and within the context and words of the book, it tells otherwise. For the thing that is much more important than anything in the world is that one precious stone, called. “The Philosopher’s stone.”

I was told to bring it to someone and I tried to open it in the middle, which caused me to end up on this side] "Who wrote that book and who asked you to bring it?" He asked curiously. He is smiling, and he looks like he is enjoying himself. *sigh* I sighed. [My father asked me to bring it and the book is written by Dr. Phillip] "Dr. Phillip?" Nagki asked with a shocked expression on his face. "Why didn't you tell me this before?" Ril spoke... [You know him?] "He is here" [What?] He is a person who is alive when the war took place. He created the magic potion which helped humans during war. Is it the same Dr. Phillip who is here?

(Harper’s POV) “I’m sorry, what now?” I stared at Harry, dumbfounded. He flicked through some more pages of the book and then turned it to face me. I apprehensively looked down at the book. The page was titled “Bloodline” and there was a picture of a wicked-looking blade down one side. The writing was a little faded and handwritten, but despite all that, it felt so familiar and I could read it, like it was something I had read a thousand times before.

She says gesturing at the now overflowing desk, before moving quickly off to finish her task. Sighing I resign myself to hours of sifting through before something shiny catches my eye. Reaching down, I pull out a golden, star shaped pendant. As I gaze at the ruby in its center I feel myself pulled. Almost as if a Leaper is attempting to transport me out of the realm. Dropping it out of fear of being dragged into the unknown, I pick up the scroll closest to me and begin to read. "I may as well learn all I can before reading the instructions" I think to myself. "At least that way, they should make sense." I push all thoughts of the pendant out of my mind for the moment and settle in to do the

Ink walks over to me asking if I was okay, I smile thanking him where he shakes his head. "I should be the one thanking you, you helped me get out of a situation where I'd probably be in to the day I died" he smiles, I mean I didn't do much I just knew what was best for him "oh I got you this, back when we had our first conversation you mentioned something about mice drinking milk, so I thought I'd buy you a book" he smiles, handing me a little book with a mouse on the front, I can't believe he remembered that was so long ago. He picks Amelia up telling me he wanted to show her a cool fish tank, while I flip through the book, once I find the answer I turn to look at Blake.

I asked with little curiosity. A boy like him shouldn't be tied to the Temple. "No, another item will replace its position. But no worries, I love my job." The book had a sorcerer’s wand coloured violet on the cover. A blue smooth bookmark was attached to it. The book's edges looked like silver but felt like liquid mercury. "You can take the shortcut at the end of this room." "Thanks," I mouthed out. I walked to the other end of the room and placed my hand on the wall, waiting for something to happen.