Harry Potter Book Chest Novels & Stories

But the statement seemed to have given her just the strength she needed, as she rose from the bed, and headed for the bathroom. Thirty minutes later, Phoebe returned, looking so refreshed you'd hardly know she'd been in tears. She got dressed in a baggy polo and short pants. While she searched the room for a pin to adjust her shorts that was a little bigger than her at the waist, she caught sight of a novel, which made her lips curl up in a smile. One of the seven series of Harry Potter’s books _Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. She’d just finished with the first series back home and as luck would have it, that was the next one on the line. Her stomach growled but she ignored it, know

They can’t hurt what they can’t see. I did not drop it. I raised it. And I looked—not at the chains, not at the monster’s arms—but at its chest. At the place where all those books fused into a roughly rib‑like cage. At the single, massive volume wedged dead center: a heavy, iron‑clasped tome that hadn’t moved once, even when the rest of its body shifted. Its “heart.” “That,” I gasped, pointing with the pen. “Its heart is a locked book—pry it open!”

I didn't waste time going toward the doors and they opened revealing the sight of a mini library which was more like a library of potions for I could see weird-looking glasses with liquid or smoke in them and the books were old as well. I avoided the potions, him doing witchcraft wasn't new and I went straight to the books. I picked one up and flipped through the pages barely understanding the weird writing on them and was about to drop it when I flipped to the last page and saw something. I looked at the symbol swallowing and fighting hard against the memories that crammed my head. It was her signature or should I say trademark. The book belonged to her. I searched through the rest they wer

I look at the pictures I uncovered and move to look for books. I start moving things aside as I search high and low for these damn books, but nothing. “Serana.” I stop and turn and see a chest in the far corner of the room. I stand and move towards it. I move to my knees and look at it closely. It’s a large wooden chest with thick silver bands over the lid. It looks like feathers have been engraved into the wood. I run my hand over the top when I feel a sharp pain on my hand and pull my hand away to see I have cut my hand on a piece of wood that is sticking out. A drop of blood lands on the lid and I watch as the feathers come to life and roll.

"And make sure what I felt earlier was just my imagination. Wait here, and don't step out." Aurora nodded. "Alright." Henry caressed her cheek before turning and leaving the room. The moment he shut the door behind him, his smile dropped and a cold look took over his handsome face. When he entered the ground floor again, the feeling returned. The feeling of something strange in the castle. The first thing he thought of were the dragon eggs. He walked up to the room and shoved the door open. The chest was where he left it, right in the middle of the room. It was still locked.

Alexis even started blinking her eyelids there quite a few times. Alexis began to notice foreign objects in the chest. She found a vintage-colored rectangular box with beautiful ornaments around it there. Then right next to the rectangular box, Alexis also found a box that was also quite large which was also vintage in color with strange ornaments according to Alexis there. In addition, Alexis also found a small black-red pouch, as well as a large black-red pouch. Alexis furrowed her brows there even more, because she didn't know for sure what was actually in the chest there right now. “The contents of this chest are not too much, it turns out. I think this chest feels heavy, because of its

"My little Stefan, you are such a clever boy. Thank you, I think I will just do that." Before I burst out in tears, I follow Edward outside. The very hole that we stood over with the Windchaser boys where we burned the bodies of the Ancients is the same hole where Edward tosses every single page of the Book of Spells. It only takes him one flick of his hand, and it is set alight. We stand and watch as every corner of every page is burned to asses.

His way of letting me know he’s got my back. Letting out a sigh, I looked in King Chaos’ direction only to find him already looking at me. I gave him a nod to signify my readiness. His response was a curt nod before his voice thundered across the backyard. The regal looking men and women relocated to the centre of the backyard and it was then that I noticed the black and gold urn they clutched between them on a wide platter. Something about that urn called out to me and I knew subconsciously that it contained my dead mate’s ashes. I took everything in me not to rush forward and grab it but I resisted.

And with a conceited smile, she also handed it over for Anne to discover. "T-This—" Anne was totally stunned at what she just saw as she uncovered it, and found out it was a large jar containing rare magic crystals. "It could be valuable to you, but it's nothing to me. I don't understand why that old hag gave me this though," Zelda admitted.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.