Harry Potter Locket Novels & Stories

Jack said as he opened the box and took out a silver locket that had a crescent moon with a cross. “This…” Sherry gasped in surprise as she looked at the oddly familiar design–something she had seen that very day. “Why it is similar to that emblem?”

Walking over to the large Oak table that was close to the window, she carefully placed the potion and turned around to leave. Just as she was about to leave, something on the table caught her attention. She tried to ignore it, but her curiosity didn't let her. With a hesitant hand, she reached out, her fingertips brushing against the smooth surface of the object – a delicate silver locket, gleaming softly in the dim light that filtered through the chamber's window. "What in Selene's name..." she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper as she stood in awe of the locket's beauty.

She heard Elysian yell and she yelled back a yes. She smiled and made a move to walk closer to Cripsy but something stopped her, The sun was shining directly at it and it glittered "What was that?” Aurora muttered curiously, her gaze not leaving it. She walked closer to it and saw it was a locket! A gold locket. She slowly removed the locket from where it hung and looked at it, She had seen this somewhere before! But where? Her mind seemed to be playing tricks on her She slowly opened the locket and her eyes widen..

Claire held her breath as Ethan lifted the lid, revealing its contents. Inside was a small, delicate pendant—a heart-shaped locket made of silver, with a deep red stone set in the center. The locket was old, its surface slightly worn, but still beautiful. It was clearly well-loved, well-worn, and yet it retained a certain elegance that spoke of a time long past.

This empire. The underworld. I ran my thumb over the Abraha insignia. A golden emblazoned crow in mid-flight and twisted the ring so it lay against my palm. I hated the sight of it. The weight. The feel of it was even worse. Suddenly, a thought crossed my head at the resemblance of the black seal and my ring. A symbol that I failed to recognize but hazily suspected. The eerie eyes of an owl. Of course, she chose that over anything else. Sabrina, you cunning piece of shit.

I thought I looked good in the mirror, the best I've looked for weeks due to him! He runs back down the stairs holding a black box in his hands, it looked big enough to hold a necklace or a watch maybe. He opens it to reveal a necklace in the shape of a heart, from where I was standing it looked like the heart had diamonds going around the edges. That wouldn't have been cheap, hopefully, it hasn't come off a dead person, wow dark Freya. "You look incredible, this necklace will just tie it all together" he smiles taking it out of the box instructing me to turn around, I do as I'm told while he puts the necklace around my neck clasping it.

What I found inside took my breath away. There, nestled in the box, was a gold necklace. It looked like a locket, and it was my absolute favorite. I had always talked about wanting a gold locket when I was younger. My fingers trembled as I gently pulled the delicate chain out of the box. The locket was stunning—its shine was dazzling! It wasn’t the dark gold I didn’t like but a beautiful, lighter 14k gold that I adored. The length was perfect, and hanging at the bottom was a small gold locket charm, about the size of a quarter. The charm featured a beautiful design with a detailed pattern and a charming anchor at its heart. A small, vibrant green stone added a touch of color. It was a piece

I utter. “I know you do.” He beams a smile then holds the box out to me. I take the box from him, curiosity tugging at every part of me — about what’s inside, about how it connects to everything he just said, about how a sketch could possibly fit into such a small box. My fingers tighten around it as I admire the box itself. I glance up at him, and he tilts his head, urging me to open it. I lift the lid. A heart-shaped silver locket rests inside, dangling from a thin chain.

The weight of the locket around her neck felt like a symbol of acceptance and love, bridging past and present, weaving together the threads of family ties and shared dreams. In that quiet moment, as the locket rested against Venya's chest, she felt a sense of completeness, a recognition of her place in Nand's heart and in the tapestry of their intertwined lives. The golden locket adorned with a rare blue diamond, resembling glistening water droplets captured in time, held a captivating allure that transcended mere material beauty. Its intricate design seemed to whisper secrets of forgotten tales and untold journeys, each facet of the gem reflecting a myriad of emotions.

It was some sort of circular thing that landed on the mud and I bent down to pick it up. A locket? I wondered as I looked at it. It was a crimson colored locket shaped like a crescent moon and had a small loop on its top to weave in the thread. Matron Arwen looked at Jasper and asked, “Are you really sure?” Jasper waited for a bit and I felt he would say no for some reason. I could see the muscles in his body going taut like a wire and the soft exhale of his breath. He uttered just one word, “Yes”