Harry Potter Board Book Novels & Stories

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

I moved around the office, looking for something to help me understand who the little boy Harry was talking about was. My heart was beating frantically, as I did not want to discover that what I suspected was true. No, it couldn’t be true. Not giving any thought to what Harry was discussing with his beta, I casually opened one drawer. I walked over to a shelf and pulled out a book with a black leather cover. I opened it and could see that it was a photo album. Did Harry have pictures? Aged black and white photographs and several color ones showed a young Harry with a beautiful woman with blonde hair and big green eyes. They were both holding a little boy whose hair was the same color as the

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.

But if a seven-year-old wanted to read the entire Harry Potter series in a week, Kiara was not going to discourage it. Kiara’s blue eyes flicked over to where her niece leaned against the trunk of the sugar maple tree with green leaves and small greenish yellow flowers above her. She sat on grass that was already lush and green thanks to the pack Omega’s and city maintenance crews. Unlike her sister’s unruly curls, Marie had straight dark auburn hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her bright warm honey eyes devoured the words on the page in front of her. In her young mind, Marie wore Hogwarts robes that were in the Ravenclaw colors. In reality, she wore knee length khaki shorts and a pu

Countless books lined the shelves. Leaning forward, I picked up an old, rusty spellbook. After brushing off the dust and cobwebs, I opened it to find potions, magics, and spells of all kinds. “But how do I know which is the right one?” I wondered aloud. A brief silence followed. Then, a noise came from the back. My heart skipped. Moving closer to investigate, I spotted a small, aged book on the floor. Picking it up, I skimmed the first few pages. The book focused mainly on werewolves. Opening it further, my eyes widened—there, written boldly on the middle page, were potions, spells, and a cure for werewolf illness.

“It’s pretty late, we should sleep. I’ll show you my bedroom.” I silently nodded and decided to drop the topic Clearly, I said something wrong and it makes me somewhat guilty for making his mood change. I wonder what I said wrong that made him a little pissed. I followed him up to the staircase silently as he walks me to his bedroom. He opened the door for me as he tells me that his room was a little bit messy when it was definitely not messy at all. He was surprisingly very much well organized even to these surfing magazines that were piled one over the other. Harry did not have a lot of stuff in his bedroom and he even had his own balcony outside where he can see the entire beach. There wa

I say. Harper straightens. "Have you guys done Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board before? Does it really work?" "I don't know, I've never tried it." Abby arrives around seven thirty with the Ouija Board box and a present for Harper. Harper gratefully takes both but seems particularly interested in the game, carrying it into the living room and placing it on the coffee table. "Wow, it's really pink in here," Abby comments, looking around.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

I pushed it open and slipped inside. The room was surprisingly small: a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a single window overlooking the moonlit forest. On the desk lay a leather-bound book—a journal. My hands trembled as I picked it up. The pages were aged and yellowed, filled with handwriting that shifted from neat to frantic, detailing dates, names, and places. Then, I discovered it. A drawing. A young girl, perhaps seven or eight, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a solemn expression. Beneath it, a name: Ella.

He raised the book in his hand up to his face and my eyes followed it. *HARRY PORTER* I still don't understand the hype around that book. I'm yet to read it and I won't judge it yet but the book is so popular that I wonder what is so special about it. "Are you mad at me?" I asked, my hand cupping his cheek. "No, you gotta do what you've got to do. " He responded and grinned widely, that boyish charm that has always been one of his signatures showcasing itself again. "Let's go to our spot."