Harry Potter Texts Novels & Stories

H U N T E R J O N E S I was reading the second Harry Potter book while leaning against the wall in the alley with Ty on my side. I knew Mey had asked me to read the Goblet of Fire to figure out the three unforgivable curses, but after picking the book randomly, I felt that I owed it to the author to read it from the first book. So I had picked up Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone from the library yesterday, finished the book in seven hours, and had it returned this morning. When I had returned the first one, I immediately borrowed the second one: Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets which was the book I was reading right now.

Hunter crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at me annoyed. I ignored him and turned the cover. Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets. "Well, this is a secret, alright. I didn't know you're a Harry Potter fan." Hunter took a few steps and took the book from me. "You know nothing about me." He opened the book, flipped through the pages until he found the page he was reading. "I know you for a year now. I think I know one or two things about you. One of it is that you don't read, especially a book." I picked up the bottle of beer from the ground and took a sip.

I wanted to be invisible to everyone else. Something in him shifted. His gaze dropped to the bag and lingered on the pile of books inside, darkening. He rose, restless, and pulled one free, his fingers tracing the brittle pages as if searching for a fault line. "Did you look at them?" he asked. "No. I didn't have time. I came straight back here," I said. "Why?" His expression grew grave. "Because I found something at the Bodleian. Old texts from your time. Writings on spells, curses, witches. I have been working on them for days, trying to decipher them. And I think I have."

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous. Wanna know what happened? The email. That’s what.” Lucas looked genuinely confused. “Email? What email?” Zehra faltered. “The email you sent,” “What the fu–” “Don’t swear!” she exclaimed, covering her ears. The teacher stopped fangirling about Harry Potter and turned to them. Lucas straightened. “Ms. Evans, we were just discussing how the masterpiece of JK Rowling contain absolutely no swear words except in the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when Molly Weasley swears at Bellatrix Lestrange for duelling with her daughter Ginny.”

It felt heavy in my hands, the weight of it somehow more than just physical. I flipped it open, the pages rough beneath my fingertips. The text was handwritten, the ink slightly faded but legible. Symbols, diagrams, and strange words filled the pages, their meanings just out of reach. I skimmed through the book, my gaze falling on a spell that seemed simple enough - a basic levitation spell.

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

So my hand smashed hard behind him again, twice, and three times in a row. Hagrid lay between my legs with his eyes closed. I wanted to push him away, but he was motionless like a stone.So I had to shrink my body back and let my legs leave his body. I opened all the cabinets of Aurora, one of which contained many jars, and my gaze focused on a red bottle and a yellow bottle.There is no doubt that they are what I am looking for. Because the red bottle says-poison, and the yellow bottle says-antidote.

I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide. “You’ve actually seen Harry fucking Potter?!” “I’ve read it. I have kids and grandkids. I need to know the things they know. Besides, even though the author was a dumbass, it’s a pretty cool story.” Cyrus nodded, “it is, right?” He winked at me. “But don’t fucking worry. I’ll die first, so I’ll let you know what it’s like.” “Don’t make jokes about that!” April said, slapping Cyrus’ arm, who pretended to be more hurt than he actually was.

"I will do everything within my power to save your child." With utmost care, Draco scooped me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me to the inner chamber. Laying me down gently on the cool floor, he retrieved a worn spellbook, its pages crackling with ancient knowledge. His eyes skimmed the text as his fingers traced the faded glyphs upon the pages, his voice resonating with a mixture of power and vulnerability as he began to chant the incantations that promised to defy the natural order.

(Harper’s POV) “I’m sorry, what now?” I stared at Harry, dumbfounded. He flicked through some more pages of the book and then turned it to face me. I apprehensively looked down at the book. The page was titled “Bloodline” and there was a picture of a wicked-looking blade down one side. The writing was a little faded and handwritten, but despite all that, it felt so familiar and I could read it, like it was something I had read a thousand times before.