Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Necklace Horcrux

But I… I can't. I barely skid to a halt when I see it—Harry’s locket—secured around my neck. The necklace is the first gift he gave me. The day he approached me in the station's bathroom and confessed his feelings for me. The same necklace bears the locket which contains his ashes. I still feel the heat from the pyre as I set the love of my life on fire. Still feel the smoke choking my breath. The remnants hot against my palm as I gathered them. Bones and skin reduced to ash.

Davina's Point Of View I was sitting on the boulder stone a few inches away from where Emily was and next to her was Rowena's coffin which I had unsealed. She had begun the spell to bring back Rowena. Just as I suspected, the precious talisman she had spoken about was the black necklace on her neck. That little dark object had Rowena's soul in it. She has been in the spell for almost an hour now. She turned around to stare at me for a second, before continuing with her spell.

They’d hated that. Harlan stepped forward. “You asked for truth, Lila. Tonight you’ll have it.” They parted, revealing a stone altar I’d never seen before. On it lay a cloth-wrapped bundle. Mira unwrapped it with reverent hands. Inside was a necklace—an amulet of black metal worked with green stones that caught the candlelight and threw it back wrong. The air around it seemed to shimmer, like heat over summer roads. Power pulsed from it. I felt it in my teeth, in my bones.

The jewelry glimmers under the light, each piece artfully designed with its own unique touches. As I browse through the collection on display, one piece catches my eye – a dark necklace with a rare gemstone pendant that reminds me of the shade of Hermione's eyes. The black color of the necklace will complement her hair and look stunning around her neck, while the pendant will accentuate her eyes. The store manager, Alicia, retrieves the necklace for me and has it packaged in the store's customized bag. I make the necessary payment and thank her for her excellent service. "You're welcome," she says. "I hope your loved one treasures the gift as thoughtfully as you've chosen it."

Mira frowned, pushing the magnifying glass away from us all," it's the mark of a hellhound. Whoever this G.K. is either knew high magick or somebody who did in order to make this. It's a teleportation necklace. To where? No clue. Probably to whoever made this." I felt myself pale at her words. Hellhound. It was a word that I hadn't heard since the day my father died. Something he'd kept a secret from me. The one that my mother had to reveal and she rejected me the second time for. Why the hell did my dad even know a second hound? "Mordecai?" Ashton nudged me again and I sighed. Mira was now giving me a curious look. She closed her small hand around the necklace and tucked it into her pocket.

The Frostfang blade still lay where I had found it, half-buried in moss near the old watchtower. But now a second object rested beside it, a stone disk etched with a sigil older than either of their clans. The moment my fingers brushed it, it hummed with a heat that traveled through my veins, settling behind his ribs like a pulse out of time. I didn’t know what it was. Only had a feeling that Kaela would. She met me in the shrine again, summoned by the tug of the bond and the scent of my magic on the wind. When she came through the clearing my eyes locked onto her immediately. I walked towards her with the disk in my hand. “What is this?” said asked.

How does something like this happen? “Nope.” I exclaim, closing the map and handing it to Corvu. “I’m not crazy and I’m not going crazy. This is insane. This is not some kind of time traveling necklace.” I hold the piece up in my hand where I can see the inside of the amethyst glow deeply inside.

"As you can see, we managed to find all the other horcruxes that the Dark Lord had hid inside the British Isles." Croaker said to Erik, who was looking at the items that were on top of the low central table. Of the three items, he recognized two of them. One of them was a golden cup with a badger motif on it, and two little golden wings that served as handles to the cup. It was Helga Hufflepuff's cup. The second one was a silver locket with a thick silver chain and a big pendant with a snake on it that formed a big 'S'. It was Salazar's locket. The third of the items was a big golden ring that contained a round black stone encrusted on it. This last one he didn't recognize, but he did recogn

Harry had fallen on his back, and a surprise hiccup left his lips when Emmanuelle had found herself sitting astride him. "What is this?" he asked, unable to take his eyes off the object. The vampire smiled at him by holding with both hands the heavy metallic necklace: "A relic from another time. I kept it as a souvenir of the past without ever suspecting that this necklace and this chain would one day be used for something so... intimate!" she declared happily. "Is this okay with you? Is Till okay with it?" Harry nodded his head in the affirmative. The appearance of such an object actually unsettled him, but he could not deny his Mate anything.

There are a few pages—some descriptions of the first signs of corruption, a line about the Hollow resisting before finally giving in, and a brief mention of the witch buried below the land. And then it stops. Abruptly. No closing. No conclusion. Just a page with a faded mark, and silence after that. It doesn’t feel right. I flip through the back, hoping for a loose page or note—but instead, something small falls into my lap with a whisper-soft sound. A necklace. It’s beaded with tiny smooth stones, most of them pale and milky, one darker than the rest. It looks handmade, and old, but something about it pulses when I touch it. My fingertips tingle, and without thinking, I bring it to my neck