Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone Novels & Stories

"The First Wolf said pure intentions are required to enter this cave. Liesel's intentions are anything but pure. She can't come here. She can't claim his power. But she can destroy everything else." They left the cave quickly, the ancient magic shimmering behind them as the entrance sealed itself with stone. By the time they reached the forest floor, the sun was rising, painting the Black Forest in shades of gold and amber. It should have been beautiful. But Elif could not enjoy it. Her mind was already racing ahead, planning, calculating, worrying.

Most of the books had scribbles but I really didn't mind as long as I could read. Something caught my eye behind a stack of Enid Blyton's books on the upper shelf. Something shiny. I wheeled back, trying to get a good look at the mysterious cover. Holy. Macaroni. Was that Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban? I just had to get that book.

It’s dangerous yet I find myself wanting those captivating eyes to never look away. It frightens me to my core and I panic. “My real name is Harry and I come from a hidden world known as Hogwarts. My grandmother is Gandalf.” I sound stupid, I’m so stupid. The fumbling words leave my mouth before I can control them. I expect confusion from him, or maybe he’d look at me like I am some weirdo, but…he laughs. He laughs out freely. The laughter stems deep from within him, rich with real cheerfulness. As always, I’m entranced by it. The wind picks up the sound fast, playing it in the air.

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

Now I understand why Ryan recruited me for this task despite never having asked for help with anything else in the past. I start to feel bad that I can't seem to stomach leaving the porch. He could clearly use my help. He also seems to have difficulty setting boxes down without dropping them, so I gather up my courage as he approaches with the next box and meet him at the edge of the steps. He hands me the box instead of leaving it on the porch. This system seems to work much better. Back in the cabin after Ryan has finished unloading the crate, I am happily opening the boxes he identified as mine while he sorts through the food and other items he normally receives in these supply drops. I c

He was indeed foolish. “That child is the key to ‘The Heart of Magic.’ If you kill her, you will lose The heart of magic forever.” Aslan’s words kept ringing in my ears long after he left. ‘The Heart of Magic’ was the most coveted stone in the world. Rumors have it that this stone can grant immense power to the holder. The only problem was that it is hidden on The Enchanted Island. The only way to reach there was through a portal. Since the baby was the key to the portal, I had to wait until I had obtained the stone before killing it.

He pranked me on the first day he came back to this school! "Henry's the ice prince of our school, he's so cold, he even rejected the school's prettiest girls. He's handsome, smart and absolutely perfect in every aspect but we rarely see him smile, rumours also said that he's the only one who can beat up Kou." My seat mate continued "He's so perfect~" They stated, "But he won't even talk to girls..." I stuttered, " Are they really that dangerous?..." "They are. They can break your heart in an instant."

Tom will try to find a way in, and if he finds one he’ll explore inside, then report back. Shelley hands him what she calls a hagstone. It’s a greyish stone small enough to fit in Tom’s palm, with a natural hole through it. “If you look through the hole, you’ll be able to see things that are normally hidden by magic, or things that are magic but made to look ordinary. It might help you recognise anything to do with the tracking spell.” Tom takes the stone, steps back and gives a cheerful wave. We all sit back a bit as the drinks arrive. There’s one too many, so the server takes it away again.

Rita The air in the hidden wing of the library was thick with the scent of aged parchment and something deeper—magic, old and restless. Rita trailed her fingers along the spines of the grimoires, each one humming under her touch like a sleeping beast. "This one," Derek murmured, pulling a heavy tome bound in cracked leather. "It’s been calling to you since we walked in." Rita took it, the moment her skin met the cover, a shudder ran through her.

"If you want to sleep without learning frills, you can use my room Kirey, you fall asleep with saliva already flooding the paper. Uh-huh, how disgusting you are right now!" Harry is Kirey's cousin, a final-year girl currently going through her tough times. Kirey looked at the completely wet paper in front of her, she wanted to scream and curse at Harry who was in front of her. But seeing some sharp and intimidating gazes around her, Kirey gave up her intention. She immediately grabbed a tissue and took out her cell phone. And sure enough, her face was even flooded with the slimy water with that unpleasant smell by now. Kirey even almost threw up when she smelled the smell from his hand which