Harry Potter Locket Novels & Stories

My throat bobs as I swallow, looking up at the moon as it passes. Heading back to the car, the figure grabs my wrist, pulling me back to the shining shadows of the alley. “Okay, the original cost is fine. What do you want?” Frowning, I reach into my pocket for the payment. Avery stands on edge, waiting to strike. In the distance, I hear the engine switch off and the car door open. Damn, I can’t let Elio get involved. He will use his powers, and this entire conversation will become far more hostile. I take the locket out, holding it open in my palm before closing my fingers around it. The locket is one from my pack. I can’t say it is worth anything. It’s old and in need of repair, but Avery w

*The silver locket. He reached deep into his tactical pocket. The antique locket had fallen from Lorrie's coat during the initial chaos in the courtyard, and he had scooped it up. Kneeling, Lorenzo examined the stonework beneath the handprint until he spotted what he was looking for: a small, circular indentation perfectly matching the heirloom's dimensions. He carefully pressed the locket into the slot. A heavy, metallic *click* echoed through the monastery. The massive wall began to vibrate violently as ancient, heavy gears ground into motion. Slowly, the emerald handprint began to emit a brilliant, pulsing green glow.

She knew why Elowen wasn’t paying attention to her teachings—she had told her about her shopping trip the other day, and then she’d had a dream about the same locket. Elowen opened her worn leather bag and carefully pulled out a delicate locket, cradling it in her palm as though it might break. The sapphire at its heart was deep and dusky, like twilight caught in stone. Its gold chain, though dulled with age, still caught the light from the library’s hanging lamps, casting flickers across the high-arched shelves. The locket itself bore intricate etchings—tiny curling vines and faded runes that hinted at craftsmanship long forgotten, almost elven in their delicacy.

The wooden boxes fell into her lap. For a moment, Miss Lena closed her eyes, trying to imagine her son’s face — his dimples when he smiled, the softness in his cheeks — something pure and worth protecting. She pressed a shaky finger against the first box’s tiny latch and opened it. Inside was a delicate love locket — a small, shimmering piece made of pure gold, its surface engraved with two intertwined roses. The metal seemed alive under her touch, a rich, warm glow threatening to illuminate the dim corner of the room.

Hmmm? He’s right. I examine the next charm. —A heel. I think I know what this one refers to. He smiles mischievously. —A disco ball. Hmm, yeah...this one definitely deserves to be here. The last charm is an arrowed heart. It formes a lump in my throat. I look at him excited. Tears have began filling my eyes. —You’ve got it, tigress. You have my heart in your hands.- purrs in my ear.

My wolf stirred restlessly inside me, my senses at its peak. My gaze tumbled to the silver locket lying on the desk before me. It looked like an ordinary locket, however I wasn't tricked. I'd taken it from Hazel last night before the intrusion. She had grasped it firmly, as though it were her life, and the look in her eyes when I'd pulled it from her hold still haunted me. That wasn't simply an ordinary locket. It was something more. I allowed my fingers to brush against the smooth surface of the locket. The second, I touched it, a glow spread through my palm, the locket was burning up again. A weak murmur exuded from it, vibrating against my skin.

There are six metal lockers against the wall behind the desk. Locker 3. I stop in front of it. No keyhole. Just a small latch and a number plate scratched at the corners. My phone buzzes again. Use the locket. I pull it off my neck with fingers that do not feel mine entirely. The hinge on the back catches the light. There is a tiny hook tucked into the chain, so small I never noticed it before. I stare at it.

, she gave Aurora a locket. Aurora narrowed her eyes when she saw the locket. Was that her father's golden locket? Aurora's hands were shaking as she looked closely at the locket. It was indeed her father's locket. It has the family's carving on it. The carving was a "P" shaped like a snake. She opened the locket and saw their family's portrait. It was indeed her father's locket but how did this strange woman get hold of it? Did her father really give her?

I laughed. He was smiling looking at me. He strolled to my back and stood behind me whereas I remained frozen. Suddenly something fell on my chest and I gasped. I noticed a Pendant and I touched it gently. Harry wore the locket around my neck saying “I bought it for you Stella. Hope you like it.” My cheeks flushed and heat aroused within me. I turned to him smiling. “It’s beautiful.” I said touching the locket. “When did you buy it? I had been with you always.”

The other three—among our most trusted of Penumbra Syndicate—stood with wide stances, ready for action. Samuel jerked a nod. “I need something personal from her for the spell.” I flexed my fingers. Impatience and annoyance raced through my veins. Our cleaning staff had already been through her room. Her clothing and shoes remained, but I doubted they would work. We needed a lock of hair or a trinket that was special to her. I’d given her wand back. The locket she wore had disappeared, probably stolen by Forrest when the bloody 5th Circle witch escaped that night.