Harry Potter Locket Novels & Stories

The room fell silent. “Grandma?” Greta knelt in front of her and opened the box. Inside, on soft velvet, lay a delicate silver locket. Intricate and beautiful. The front was engraved with a tiny wolf howling at a crescent moon. When Lily opened it, she saw a picture of Greta holding her on one side, and the other side was empty. “We both don’t have your mother…” Greta’s voice quivered with emotion. Lily stared at the locket.

It was Rose who finally jutted her chin toward the locket and spoke. “I suspect Moira may have wish Josua to procure it for her. May I ask what’s inside?” Lily undid the clasp to show how harmless its contents were. “It’s nothing, really. Just this.” She laughed as she said it, then froze. Why was everyone staring? “Whoa,” Harry muttered, taken aback. “Wow.” Hailey’s eyebrows flew up. “Ho-ly shit,” Jeremy said, drawing out the syllables. Lily flipped to anthony, but his jaw was hanging open too.

I headed to my room, locking the door behind me. Inside, I sat on the floor and pulled out the purple locket. It shimmered again, now faintly pulsing—almost alive. Carefully, I opened the clasp. A soft “click.” Inside was a folded piece of aged parchment and a small, crescent-shaped rune etched in silver. My breath caught. This wasn’t just jewelry. This was magical. Ancient.

I whimper and stick my bottom lip out in a pout. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you later. Maybe even more than once.” “You better.” “I have something for you,” he pulls out an oval-shaped locket. “It’s nothing big. Will you turn around please?” I do as he asks, fighting the tears burning my eyes. He clasps the cold metal around my neck. My thumb runs over the front of the locket, finding the indent of an engraved moon.

Mom was wise, she would have been able to govern both packs with ease. I pull the locket out of my pocket and stare at it. To the naked eye, it appears quite ordinary, a simple locket of blueish hue. Its only unusual feature is the intricate carvings on it, carvings that resemble the lysandra blossom. Gently, I set it back down on the table. I should be thinking about ways to solve the tax issue, not thinking about the origin of this locket. “Watcha doing staring into space?” A figure in a red and white Hawaiian print shirt and flip-flops strolls casually into the kitchen. I look up at the face to see Jonathan.

From the day of her trauma to the day her dad fell in coma. Touching the locket on her neck, which was in a round marble protected with a thick glass, it has a unique arrangement. If observed keenly, the marble in it, forms a shape of a dragon, if kept in the sun it forms a wolf figure. The design was unique and only one.

He said slipping his hands into his pocket taking out a white parcel. "And why's that?" She smiled watching him unwrap it gently. "Because you're my," he paused and looked at her for a second before releasing a chain from his hand that ended in a beautiful locket shaped like a butterfly. "Partner." He completed the sentence with a smirk. She gasped as her eyes caught the locket and refused to move. It was encrusted with ravishing sapphire stones with a central ruby. "It's beautiful." She said feeling the metal in her skin as she rubbed the surface of the stones with her palm.

, she finally stated. Hikaru felt a surge of motherly over-protectiveness rise up from within her and nodded, "I see", she stated, understanding more about her charge in these last few seconds, than the few moments she'd spent watching her charge be protected by the black locket with a gold Hexagram of Solomon etched onto it. It truly made sense as that young boy had said; 'It suits you', and almost as if he was suddenly standing right beside her, she could hear his explanation all over again;

My pulse quickened as she placed it gently on my lap. “These are some of your personal belongings. I thought you might want them…” She hesitated before adding, “Your phone is in there too.” My heart lurched at that. A phone. A direct link to this life. A potential key to answers. I ran my fingers over the wooden surface before slowly opening the lid. Inside, I found a collection of items, but one in particular caught my eye immediately—a bronze locket with a gold chain. My wrists rested on the edge of the box as I flipped the locket around, my fingers brushing against the strange marking engraved on it.

“It’s always been a treasure. I found it in my office when I came back today. I… wanted to show you.” I once showed this to Iris Herewit and she loved it immensely. I wonder what this Iris would think about the locket. She stares at it. At first, just gazes. But then her lips begin to tremble. Her eyes widen. And suddenly, she’s spooked. Haunted. Like the locket just whispered something she was never meant to hear.