Harry Potter Librarian Pince Novels & Stories

A simple I’m sorry or an I fucked up wasn’t good enough in this situation. I picked at the fruit and hashbrowns, leaving the burrito for dinner once my appetite returned. As I was packing up the head Librarian appeared at the edge of the table. She was a curvy woman with long hair threaded through with grey. Though we only ever exchanged a handful of words, I knew she was kind. She had started opening the library an hour early just so I didn’t have to wait outside in the heat. She could have easily reported me to faculty for all the potions I’d been testing out, but she hadn’t.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 1:55 PM As the house-elf, Parchy, popped out, Madam Pince was looking at the place that it was before. "We have house-elves just for the library?" She asked, looking back at Susan. "Yes, we have. They are specialized in library and book care, organization, and book recovery. Their magic works so much better than a wizards' to repair the pages of a book that there is no way to compare both."

Some students are marked present in one event and absent in another at the exact same time. Teachers' signatures suddenly change handwriting. Several pages have corrections written over old ink. Nothing is clear, and nothing feels real. As I close another dusty book, I hear a gentle voice behind me. "Looking for something?" I turn around to find an elderly woman standing beside one of the shelves. Her gray hair is tied into a neat bun, and she wears glasses hanging from a chain around her neck. I recognize her immediately. Mrs. Parker. The school librarian. She has worked here longer than anyone can remember.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

"What?" "Nothing you should be worried about," I said softly, walking into the library to join the others who were already in. Elle was already at the library lectern, her hands on it. "I need something related to Princess Ivy, daughter of Queen Rida Red." She shrugged and stepped back. The catalogue glowed, and a small violet and grey book descended from the sets of flying books and floated in front of me. "It worked," I said, trying to reach out for it. The moment my fingers graced it, it electrocuted me. I flinched back, falling into Ace's waiting arms. "Great, another problem."

A portal into a world I’d only ever read about in books. Now, I found excuses and gaps in my timetable to sneak in here. The only place where the whispers and the glares stopped, where I could just shut my brain off in peace. “Hale!” The librarian’s voice made me jolt. “You need to leave.” She was an older lady with greying hair and large spectacles that magnified her hawk like eyes. She reminded me of the librarian from Monsters University. “Yes,” I said quickly, scooping the thick history textbook in my arms. “I’m leaving. Just putting this back.”

"Who are you?" "My apologies if I startled you, my Prince," he said with a curt bow. "You may call me Charles, Your Highness. I’m the custodian." "Why does a library need a custodian? What are you protecting?" I asked, and he said, "The books." I inquired further, "What do you mean, the books?" "Well, the books are the most important thing in the library," answered Charles. I studied his lack of expression anxiously. He gave nothing away—not even a smile. "All right, Charles. I’ll admit, I’m not familiar with this room in the castle, but something led me here. How long have you been the custodian of the library?"

But he was gone, no longer posted at the large desk covered in papers at the front doors. "That's no way for a Princess to speak," the librarian muttered. He had appeared next to her without a sound. Aynyra jumped in her seat before seeing an old book he held out to her from his old robe. His hand looked like a corpse, pale, blue and incredibly skinny. Aynyra slowly took the book before reading the title, 'A guide to Love Potions'. "How did you?" When she looked up again, he was gone. He had given her the perfect book—what a strange encounter.

So far, no magic has been found, but they sent it to forensics as they might find something unique in it. The partners stood up and made their way to their respective tasks. When Gertrude entered the library she saw Alpha Hercule on the ladder returning books from the shelf. "Hercule Perrimont," she says while waving her hand. "I’m Gertrude Fallis, do you have time to talk?" She has no idea why she asked him to speak to her, but it's hard to get a hold of Alphas in this manor, and she doesn’t want to waste the opportunity.

* None felt like potential allies. The library was a vast, echoing chamber, smelling of dust, parchment, and beeswax. Tall windows offered grey light, illuminating towering shelves crammed with leather-bound tomes. A massive oak table dominated the center. An elderly man with a wispy white beard and spectacles perched on his nose looked up from a ledger, surprise registering on his face. “Lady Vivian?” He stood, offering a respectful, if slightly bewildered, bow. Master Fenwick, the castle librarian, according to her borrowed memories. A man who valued his books far more than courtly intrigue. “An unexpected… pleasure. How may I assist you?”