Harry Potter Necklace Horcrux Novels & Stories

I’m assuming it’s a potion. “Drop the necklace in that for a minute.” I’m a little hesitant, but I decide to do as she asks. I drop the necklace in the potion and it makes an alarming sizzling noise. I watch curiously as the potion swirls around, the silver leaching from it and into the necklace until it is completely clear and just looks like water. Cam fishes the necklace out, dries it on a towel and hands it back to me. “There, it should be pretty near indestructible now. No need to worry about breaking it.” She says with satisfaction.

It’s completely impossible to achieve! Hans pondered for a moment. It was indeed a difficult case to achieve. They needed something else to identify that woman completely… He racked his brain hard, finding a clue in the memory he saw earlier… Aside from the shadow, something is sparkling on the woman’s neck. he closed his eyes and focused on the memory… After a moment of silence, Hans opened his eyes and immediately spoke, “I saw something on her neck.” “What is it?” “It’s like a necklace… Right, it was indeed a necklace… It has a very intricate design so I’m sure it’s not a common one. There’s only one necklace that existed with that kind of design. And it looked ancient. I think it’s an he

I slowly made my way toward it and bent down to inspect it. It was a silver necklace with a blue gem inside the holder. The centre gem illuminated a bright light, which I somehow hadn't noticed before. What kind of a necklace is this? I wondered to myself. I held it closer to my face and the sharp part of the pendant just barely cut the side of my finger. There was a bit of blood that accidentally smeared on the blue gem, but nothing major so I wasn't worried about it.

Lauren spoke up. “Actually, I might have found something on that.” I pulled out the necklaces that I had stuffed in my pocket and showed them both what I found. The beautifully craved dragon eating its tail coated in stainless-steel. When I held them up against the light, D took one with the tips of her fingers, and cursed in Danish. “This cannot be…” her voice shrilled in response to seeing the necklace. “Katie, do you know what this means? There’s only one group of people we both know that could behind this.”

He moved aside and said cheerfully, “Well, that’s it, little one. Don’t fall asleep, we’ll still be half a day on the road!” Reive looked imperturbably at the horizon, as if measuring the remaining distance. Shall I kill him or what? At that moment, my eyes fell on his hands fastening the remaining chain on his wrist. The small piece of the chain transformed into a bracelet. As soon as the necromancer snapped shut the closure, the eyes of the skulls flashed red and a small opalescent spiral swirled in the depth of the beads. Next moment, everything disappeared. “What kind of links are they?” I gasped, touching the necklace. “Some kind of magic?”

His tone was soft, yet there was an underlying tension, as though he already knew the answer and was simply waiting for me to confirm it. I hesitated for a moment, my thoughts swirling in chaotic disbelief. Finally, I sighed and admitted, “Yeah... it’s too much. It’s a lot to take in, and honestly, it’s hard to believe any of it.” He gave a small nod, as if he understood my struggle, before taking a step closer to me. His eyes, piercing and almost impossibly knowing, fixed on mine as he asked, “Where’s your necklace?” “Only those of the bloodline who carry the gift of oneiromancy possess it. It’s more than just an ornament—it was forged by them, crafted from the power that bridges the dream

It was a dazzling piece, the gemstone emitting a mesmerizing, ethereal glow as if it held secrets of centuries past. Hera's eyes widened with shock as she uncovered the necklace. It was a piece she hadn't seen in many years, and the sight of it brought a flood of memories rushing back. She delicately lifted the necklace from its resting place, feeling the cool weight of the emerald against her fingertips. It was a family heirloom, a symbol of her lineage's power and prestige. As she held the necklace, her thoughts drifted to the events that had transpired since her return from the forbidden forest. The alliance between vampires and werewolves had become the focal point of her life, and her r

I giggle and take the present from Nicklaus who is in Uhtred’s arms giving him a kiss, “There’s my gorgeous boy.” I feel a little weird getting all these presents everyone is watching me to see what I got. I open the small box to see a beautiful necklace, wait a minute is that… a time turner necklace from Harry Potter? Oh. My. Goddess it is. I pull it out with my mouth hanging to the ground and scream jumping up and down, “Thank you it’s amazing I love it.” I hand it to Faith and turn around lifting my hair so she can put it on for me. She has a huge grin on her face when I turn back around, “Told you she’d like it.” She says to Uhtred, he rolls his eyes, “Whatever, geeks.”

he said, voice like velvet dipped in command. I blinked. “Unless it’s pudding or a signed apology from Lurleen, I’m not sure I can emotionally handle—” He stepped closer. “Hush.” From his pocket, he revealed a small, midnight-blue box. I gasped. Okay. Not pudding. Inside lay a necklace. Not just any necklace. A celestial nightmare of diamonds and moonstones strung together by magic itself. It shimmered like it knew how much I’d suffered. It sparkled like it had opinions.

She walked over to me, and took the necklace off of her neck that she always wore, I had always loved it, it was a teardrop shaped pendant, inside of it was shimmering green dust, forest fairy dust, the vial had gold swirls wrapped around to keep it safe, and a small emerald was hanging from the cork lid, it matched my dress perfectly. We spent the rest of the morning together, laughing and playing, each of the girls took it in turns to share a memory with me of dad. They all said how proud he would be of me today, I felt guilt at knowing the real reason why he died, I wished I could tell them, to clear his name for them but it would only make things worse. The carriage pulled up outside, an