Harry Potter Rab Note Novels & Stories

She is safe. But on the dresser, a new rabbit. White. Pure white. Tied with a black ribbon, precisely, almost elegantly. It sits among Eleanor's things, a mockery of innocence, a reminder that nowhere is safe. It is smaller than the first rabbit, more delicate, as if chosen with care. I pick it up. The fur is soft. Too soft. A note is attached, folded once, the edges sharp. I unfold it. The handwriting is different from Margaret's. Different from Patricia's. Sharp. Precise. Cold.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

A grin slipped onto his face and he continued, “Welcome to your own little Hogwarts!” Twisting the knob, Nate entered and Eira followed. After hearing the word ‘Hogwarts’ she had built up high expectations. The room wasn’t grand or beautiful. Truthfully, it was dull. First she took in were the shelves with several thick books that looked torn at the edges. There were a few wooden tables with differently shaped candles and pentagrams drawn over them. The walls were lined with crafts and charts that attracted her attention. Most of them were hangings that showed the phases of the moon. There was something written below each picture but it was a foreign language that she couldn’t understand. Sh

Something fell out of his pocket. He narrowed his eyes to the source of sound and spotted a USB. Since when did he have a USB in his pocket? With a small frown on his face, Harry curiously picked it up and noticed the front side of the USB glowing. Something was carved onto its surface, too. [Granger]. Was it Dior’s USB? Why was her USB inside his pocket? Harry’s clear fingers held on the USB tightly. He thought for a moment before he took out a laptop, turned it on, and plugged in the USB.

He's clearly been crying for hours now and his stupidly annoying face is making Ruby laugh. "Can you identify which snake bit him from this book?" Ruby turned the book towards Phoebus who pointed at a green snake with purple blotches bordered by black. "Okay, now everybody leave and let me work my magic. Don't worry it's not necromancy in case she dies since I didn't practice on that art but I'm going to need Phoebus to hold her down." Ruby ordered clapping her hands. "You bitch better not kill her or else I'm going to kill you." Harlow threatened.

Rujnoiu raised his wand again, made some signs in the air and recited: “Peñota Invenient Me...” The two vanished and appeared by some shelves full of nibs of all kinds. Made of silver, gold or diamonds, water dragon scales, stone or fire dragon scales. You could even push your hand through the water nibs and they didn’t change shape. You could even pass your hand through a water pen, but it still didn’t change its pen shape. Those made of fire, had a playful nib like the flame of a candle, and those made of stone seemed to have a piece of rock on top.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

The master eyed the brown notebook, gently lifting them with his hand to open and read what was written. After scanning a long while, he noticed that all parts of the book have been covered with black magic. He quickly settled it down with a sour expression which Rose take as his disagreement to what he had seen written down there. “This belonged to her?” The master then took a long hum when she had nodded her head. “To tell you the truth, I don’t know who Hannah Maury is.”

“Now, what did Jonathan write?” “Let’s see. Scepter equals Excalibur. Sword of Gryffindor rules. Mirror of Erised.” I squinted a little as I read the handwritten note. Isis shifted in my lap, turning to look at me, utterly confused. “I’m not sure I understand that. Why does Jonathan go from talking about Excalibur to Harry Potter? I mean, both are British, and Merlin is in both, though obviously only spoken of in Harry Potter.” Isis’s brow was furrowed as she tried to understand that strange way my friend’s mind works.

Because I was the only one who knew it was a diary, everyone else knows it as a notebook. Silence greeted me. Even though I know that it was quite difficult to obtain the diaries through underground means, I still have my hope. I was about to give up, when the elderly gentleman, Mr. Eye of Notorary speak. “Are you talking about the Witch of Iceland Archmage?” My eyes almost sparkled, I restrain myself from showing any abnormal behavior and nodded calmly. "Yes, sir." Mr. Eye of Notorary nodded. "I don't have the whole notebook but only five pages of it, I'll sell it to you in 5 Nars."