Harry Potter Trunks Novels & Stories

Despite the quicksilver fear pulsing through his veins, Shane took a hesitant step down the hall. As with all the other pieces of furniture he’d seen, the chests were lined up neat and square on both sides of the hall. Of slightly different sizes and shapes, Shane had to beat back the image of infant coffins. They were trunks, for God’s sake. Clothing trunks. Moving trunks, a few of them old Army footlockers, toy chests. Hope chests.

My breath hitches. He unlatches the trunk and throws it open. I catch a glimpse of its contents—books. Beautiful leather and cloth bound books with lovely gilt and rough-cut edges, at least a hundred of them. There’s also a neat stack of clothes and a gallon of water wedged in a corner.

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.

I wasn't interested in anything related to dating, or any other relationships besides the ones I already had. I had begun catching up on my Christmas shopping, buying gifts for my parents, Timmy, and Haylie. I had bought Timmy the typical things any ten year old boy would want in 2017; a Hot Wheels car set and a remote control car. But I also got him one of the only things he'd been begging me and my parents to buy for him: a Harry Potter Hogwarts Lego set. Timmy had been obsessing over anything Harry Potter ever since he got the book series for Christmas last year. He came running into the living room after he had taken the Sorting test online, screaming "I'M A GRYFFINDOR, I'M A GRYFFINDOR!

“They got here before we did, they must’ve had a tip that we were coming and cleared out the place. Although we were able to get our hands on something they forgot to clear out this-“ he waved one of the guys over and he rushed to us with a small dirty box. He unlocked it and pushed it opened, it looked like it hadn’t been used on the outside for many years and then on the inner it was a casing with tiny bottles tagged with labels. “What are these?” Henry asked squinting down to take a better look at the box. “Wolfsbane.” “I don’t understand, why is it in small tubes like this?” Henry’s questions aligned with mine as I stared. It wasn’t a surprise that they had it but something didn’t add up

rushed to the chest like a madman, wanting to open it, but was too scared to find a way. Fortunately, Carwyn Levi stepped forward to help her open the trunk lid. The chest was opened, there was a boy in it, it was Harry! The boy sat huddled in the chest, his hands and feet were tied with ropes, to prevent him from screaming for help, and his mouth was stuffed with rags. At this moment, the boy saw his mother and beloved uncle Levi appear, but he did not react, because he was almost unconscious, his forehead was covered with sweat, his hair was messy in front, and his face was pale. , extremely weak. Grainne saw her son's dire state, her legs went limp, and she fell to her knees beside the t

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

"You remember that tent from the Triwizard Tournament? The one that looks tiny on the outside but inside it’s like an entire house?" Andy caught the ball and grinned. "You want me to Harry Potter us a tent?" I shrugged, folding the shirt and adding it to a stack. "I mean... can you?" He pushed himself to his feet, brushing invisible dust from his jeans. "Please. Amateur hour. I could do better than that with my eyes closed." Simon arched an eyebrow from across the room. "Be careful. She’s going to hold you to that." I smirked. "Absolutely I will."

A dark and vacant one, nothing was kept inside it, no clothes, no signs of shoes or any belonging, but with a big box lying at the base of it, a wooden trunk like, from which maggots arose as if that was breeding place for them. They shone a light at it, it was a box-like structure, a wooden one, more like a coffin, at the base of the cupboard. “Is it my mind playing tricks on me or does this look like a coffin that we saw in the maid's room before?”, Sam inquired, speaking breathlessly, looking at it thoughtfully. Hellion nodded examining the trunk from nearer now, “That’s similar. I think that too, the details on it are similar somewhat”.

Dwyne has a part in this ticket too. “That Harry Potter Book Collections, and that heart-shaped necklace, miss” Dwyne said to the counter lady. I was surprised when he picked what I want—the Harry Potter Book Collections. I can't help but looked at him with confusion. The woman gave what Dwyne said. “Thank you for coming, sir, ma'am” the girl said. Dwyne nod and smiled, but being a bitch me, I just rolled my eyes at her. “Oh, this is for you” Harvey said and handed me the necklace and the Harry Potter Book Collection.